1. In The Cold, Dark Time
... of theirs would strike me and I would imagine they contained the sparks of incendiary bombs for melting ice, or the red-hot destruction of rockets and bullets. In the daylight the sunlight toured the perimeters of his eyes like a firefight, but the night was the worst, for then they were the brightest and the strangest ... ever and there was no expression on his crunched, little face. "I fret for the children." "Ah," he said. "The children. Your job in the Corp." I said nothing in reply and he said not another word until the middle of the night when I drifted into sleep momentarily, for a...
- Word Count: 1820
- Approx Pages: 7
- Grade Level: High School