Category: Short Stories By Cooper

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The Car Skid To The Edge Of The Cliff…

The car skid to the edge of the cliff. Police screeched to a halt, blocking the red sports car from escape. The man inside knew the odds were against him but acted anyway. Grabbing his pistol, he fired three shots through the door’s window. The glass shattered, and the projectiles soared towards the police cars. Exiting their vehicles, the men flinched instinctively and dove for cover.

“That’ll keep their heads down,” the criminal thought grimly. Then, the telltale noise of a helicopter sounded around him.

A loudspeaker announced, “Exit the vehicle with your hands up!” The man inside the stolen vehicle sprang into action; He threw the door open facing the cliffside and dove through.

“Please be there, please be there,” he thought.

He fell through the open air, speeding past the cliffside as he went. He let out a pent-up breath when he saw a helicopter directly below him. It turned on its side, and he fell into the open door. The helicopter righted itself, and it felt as if gravity had changed. The criminal slammed onto the hard floor of the aircraft. It hurt a lot but was better than the hard rocks further down.

“You good, Roger?” John asked.

“A little shaken, but fine.”

In truth, he had cracked two ribs and suffered several cuts and bruises. He winced as he stood.

“Where’s Thomas?”

Thomas was the leader of a small group of criminal masterminds.

“Cockpit,” John said.

Roger nodded and limped into the cockpit: Extraction complete.

Where’s the money?” Thomas demanded.

Roger reached into his inside coat pocket and produced a small bag of blackish silver metal.

“We’ll live like kings for months,” Roger smiled.

The metal was a new discovery. It was called Tracknium, a rare ore formed near the end of the earth’s crust. Once exposed to air, it melted instantly, but if polished and treated, it fetched millions on the black market. Even in a form as small as this, a man could become a millionaire overnight.

“Good,” Thomas said slowly.

A smashing noise and a strangled cry emerged from the cabin behind them. Roger turned quickly and saw John hunched on the ground with blood on his shirt.

“Go!” Roger yelled.

A large projectile, fired by the police, had punched through the exterior hull and had taken John in the chest. Thomas sprang into action. They had been hovering in place about one hundred feet down. The vehicle surged forward.

“I have an idea!” Roger yelled.

He ran to the back of the aircraft and grabbed a rifle from a small armory at the back of the helicopter. He opened the door and ducked as gunfire flew at the helicopter. He aimed the rifle at the rapidly receding red sports cat.

“Hold her steady!” Roger roared over the helicopter.

The helicopter steadied out. Roger had one shot, so it had to be perfect. He took a deep breath and closed one eye.

“Hurry up!” Thomas yelled.

Because the helicopter had stopped, they were severely exposed to gunfire. A bullet then shrieked off the hull, close to Roger. He focussed on his shot again. He squeezed the trigger. The gun recoiled and launched its projectile. It streaked across the canyon and hit the gas intake. A fireball erupted on the cliffside, and the car tore itself into pieces and destroyed the surrounding rock. Several police cars were totaled, and three officers sustained burns and bruises.

“Go!” Roger shouted.

Inky black smoke clouded the sky as the helicopter flew away with its prize. Overall, it was a pretty standard job for all the criminals.

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If My Life Were A Movie

Cooper sat in his parent’s car on the way to a Christmas celebration with his relatives. He rode with his dad, mom, and two brothers. No one talked; it wasn’t uncomfortable silence, just expectant. They arrived at their grandparent’s house and filed out of the vehicle.

Then, Garrett, the younger of Cooper’s brothers, said, “I wonder what presents we’ll get.” The excitement was evident in his voice.

“Me too,” Cooper said. The five family members crunched through the thin snow to the door. They entered the house and entered a cheery, welcoming atmosphere.

Now, I wish not to bore you with the shared conversations and food, so we’ll skip to the present time. Cooper was handed a small box with his name on it; he studied it carefully. When his turn to open it came, he unwrapped his gift and looked at what was inside. It was a wooden box with a pen inside.

“We gave you that because we know you like to write so much,” his grandfather told him.

“Thank you. It’s beautiful,” Cooper said.

The pen was beautiful with a metal cap, a polished wooden body and gold letters stating its brand: Bridge. The rest of the festivities passed in a blur. Upon arriving home, Cooper tried out his new pen. It really was a find piece of craftsmanship; the black ink was smooth and bold. Cooper wrote a story for fun. It began with a sword master whose village was raided by bandits. He finished the tale and thought, “I wonder what it would be like to be the main character.” As he put the final period to the story, something strange happened.

The pages rippled as if water. The words began to glow bright blue. Cooper was lifted from his chair, levitating in front of his manuscript. Then he was gone, and the pages fluttered down to his desk. Cooper found himself falling into an expanse of color. He fell for quite some time. His eyes were closed, and Cooper was unaware of all around him.

Cooper awoke on a dirt road, somehow standing upright. A sword was strapped to his back, and he was standing in a village. He felt something in his pocket, so he pulled out the pen. He took the cap off and felt a rush of cold compared to the warm sun he had just felt. He was back at his desk, pen in hand.

“What the?” Cooper thought. He looked at his pen and saw the word, Bridge glowing softly. Then it clicked: the pen was a bridge between our world and that of fantasy.

Cooper smiled and began writing another story.

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David & Goliath

I sat in the field with a staff beside me. Sheep grazed solemnly around. I was on shepherd duty again. Three of my older brothers were off at war, and being the youngest, the job often fell to me. I looked into the dark woods that ringed the green field. I thought I saw something. Was that movement? I stood and grasped the hardwood staff and squinted into the gloom.

Suddenly, a squirrel jumped from the shadows. I breathed a sigh and turned around. Then, a snarl was heard. I whipped around and saw a ragged, skinny wolf with clumps of fur missing all over its battered form. It had pounced on the squirrel and snapped its spine. It looked up at a sheep and started toward it. It leaped onto the animal, bared its jaws, and thrust them toward its neck. As it began the killing bite, my wooden staff flew through the air and connected solidly with the beast’s head, throwing it off the still-calm sheep. I continued running as the wolf scrabbled to its paws and snarled. I retrieved my staff and stood my ground. The wolf jumped with its teeth wide. I grabbed the staff at the bottom portion and swung as hard as I could. There was a sickening crunch, and I felt the staff give way as it collided with the wolf’s temple. The wolf hit the ground hard and lay there, unmoving. The staff was broken in my hands.

Then I heard my father calling. I quickly skinned off a small portion of the wolf’s skin and ran toward the house. I would use the wolf’s pelt to make a sling; my old one had broken. I entered the house.

“Yes, father?” I called.

“There you are, my son. Here, take these loaves to your brothers and bring me word of how they fare,” my father spoke.

“Yes, father.”

I took the bag and started out the door. I walked down the road and slung the bag over my shoulder. I grasped the wolf’s pelt and threaded two leather thongs into it. I twirled it around a couple times and, satisfied, I looped it onto my belt.

I traveled for a few hours and found the Israelites and Philistines coming forward to face each other. I stared in shock, and I ran to the quartermaster’s tent and left my supplies with him. I then ran through the Israelite’s ranks, shouting my brothers’ names. I finally found them and greeted them, talking with them for a moment. Then someone broke from the Philistine ranks. The man was over nine feet tall and was armed to the teeth with enormous weapons. He shouted defiance at the Israelite forces.

“Who is this who dares defy the army of the living God?” I shouted.

I began to question the men about the towering warrior. Some men overheard me, reported to Saul, the king, and then I was sent for.

“Your majesty, I will kill this man who defies my Lord,” I said.

Then Saul replied, “You are but a boy, how?”

“With the help of God Almighty.”

“Very well.”

I was then equipped in full armor, which I wasn’t used to. I told Saul that I would face him with my sling and the strength of the Most High. I chose the long section of my broken staff and 5 pebbles from a stream. I then went to face the giant.

When he saw that I was a boy, he scoffed at me and said, “Come here, and I’ll give your flesh to the birds of the air and the creatures of the ground!”

I responded, “You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the Lord Almighty!”

The Philistine drew his sword and raced toward me with a roar. I retreated quickly and drew a stone from my satchel. I placed it on my sling and cast it towards the large man. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as the stone moved quickly and then struck the giant in the forehead, burying itself in his head. The Philistine fell to the ground, dead. I had done it with the help of God. The Philistines were defeated.

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I Have A Dream

In this world we live in, paradise is only an idea. A place where everyone is content is impossible. Humans long for a place to be free from death and suffering. We long for heaven. 

I have a dream that one day, all of the people of this world will be able to have their heaven. That one day, this whole world will come to know the loving savior, Jesus Christ. Because of this savior, all those who believe in Him will have eternal life with Him in heaven. 

I have a dream that one day, all people will be saved. For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus our Lord. 

I have a dream that all races and people of all tongues will come together in worship of the Father. That all people share the love of Jesus Christ. 

Paradise may seem unattainable and far away, but through the love of our sinless savior, it is closer than we think. If we put our trust in God, heaven is not just an idea but a reality. We all deserve death because of our sins, but because of our Father’s amazing, all-powerful love for us, we have a place with Him forever.

As Christians, we should all have the goal to gift others with the gift we have been given. God was good to us, so we should also be good to others. Jesus told his followers to spread the Gospel far and wide to everyone. We should all do the same. If we all work on this task, everyone could be saved. This gift God has given us is not only our own but should be shared with all. There are many different people and faiths out there. This large goal can be achieved if we can show them the kind, compassionate love God has shown everyone. Missionary work plays a vital role in this. Men and women who sometimes even face persecution to spread the Gospel are the definition of bravery.

I have a dream that the people of America, all the way around the world, can come to know this unceasing compassion. I have a dream that all can come to know God and have their paradise.