https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Dinka9914/Short stories with a mission, not just pulp fictionhourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Dinka9914/517013"He's dead, he'd dead. You've killed my baby," the woman screeched. Jula just stared. The woman rose violently, twisting herself into an inhuman contortion as she did, and threw something at him, screeching all the while. Jula recoiled instinctively, shielding his face and waiting for the...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Dinka9914/516619"NO!!" the two women screamed. The sick one hurled insults at him in between groans. Jula wished she would stop screaming. Her wails chilled his soul. They reminded him of...of...of death. "Please," he said, "Please stop that noise. STOP THAT NOISE!" His gun quivered in his arms, and he dropped...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Dinka9914/516000Jula returned to the watchtower sooner than he should have, that's what everyone said. He should have stayed away at least a week or two, seen a doctor, had some counselling. But there were no shrinks at the base. And the tower had four shifts, manned by eight soldiers. No, seven. Now there were...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Dinka9914/515109"Jula, Jula! Wake up! You're dreaming," the barman said. Jula looked at him unseeingly. "I wish I was," he whispered. "I wish I was." Jula didn't know how he got home that night. But he wasn't drunk. He had tried to get drunk, to forget Kama's death. Kama's horrible death. And that woman. Those...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Dinka9914/514197Jula slumped on the bar staring at the endless rows of wines and spirits. Twelve empty bottles were stacked beside him, but he didn't feel drunk. "You've had enough Jula," the barman said. "I'll call you a cab." Jula waved him away and took another swig of his beer. "Jula – when did you last...