We’ve reached the final section of Comrade! Thank you so much people, for hanging in there and giving me so much encouraging words as I’ve published this. I hope you enjoy this final instalment. I’ll be handing out tissues and hankies at the end for all who need them.
“You are here on charges of treason…”
Simeon held his head high. He did not flinch as the long list of his charges were read out. He wore civilian clothes, but he held himself with a military bearing, shoulders back, eyes front, heels together. Two guards stood on either side of him.
Nurse Carter and Dr Roberts testified against him, though he saw tears on Nurse Carter’s cheeks. And regret in the doctor’s eyes. He glanced once at them, recognised them, and did not look at them again. Continue reading
I feel like I’m really behind in basically everything at the moment. I was super busy (and stressed) on Thursday so I completely forgot to schedule this chapter of Comrade. And since I still haven’t edited my last Christian fiction post, posting it today seemed like a good plan!
“Get up!” Someone dragged me to my feet.
My blindfold and mask were torn off and I found myself staring at several grey-clad soldiers.
“You thought you could run away from us, did you?” sneered a corporal. “You fool.”
I stared at them, trying to process the corporal’s words. You fool? Run from us? Who did they think I was? A deserter?
“What’s your name?” the corporal demanded, but before I had time to answer, his fist flashed out and I was sent reeling back. I clutched at my jaw, then cried out as a rifle butt struck me in the stomach.
“Nein! Nein!” I shouted in a cracked voice, “Nein!” The corporal hit me again, knocking me to the ground.
“Stop!” barked another voice at the same time. Continue reading
Good morning! How are you guys? Currently I’m enjoying the cool spring weather and scanning the sky in the hope that a few rain clouds will appear some time soon. Now, we’re up to Chapter Ten, so let’s jump into it!
The door clicked shut behind me and my stomach clenched. I found myself in a tiny space, I had to curl my knees up to my chin to fit in. It was cramped and horrible and my breathing became erratic. What if I was trapped here? What if he never planned on letting me out again? Panic made sweat break out on my forehead.
My breathing hitched as the muffled sounds of voices outside the boat came to my ears. A military voice. That tone could be recognised in any language on the planet. “You there! Stop! Don’t move.” Continue reading
I didn’t get my promised post out yesterday, but hopefully it will be coming soon. Fingers crossed, I’ll be finishing off my series on Christian fiction over the next two weeks and then I’ll be moving onto a few more fun posts, before we get back into some more discussions that I have planned. For now, it’s chapter nine of Comrade.
Steam swirled outside the window and the faint scent of smoke stung my nose as the train hissed to a stop at the station. I glanced out the window to see the straggle of people climbing onto the train—an elderly woman with three young children, a sailor and a stocky woman.
Simeon and I were sitting in a draughty corner of a deserted carriage, but the stocky woman climbed into our carriage. She wore a white dress and a mauve sash which was scrawled with English letters. She took one look at Simeon and myself and then whipped out of her pocket two white feathers. Continue reading