First is Kaine de la Haye's story set during the 1916 Easter Rising, which starts with the set first sentence:-
From the other side of the wall, I can hear their footsteps getting closer. It's now or never. The doorway stands before me, casting its dull light onto the silent street. I step out and tuck my rifle tighter to my body, and then another step and I am running. My legs are cold and tired but my heart is pounding my ribs. My eyes scour the rooftops for the glint of a rifle scope off the moonlight that might cut short my life, but none comes. The streets of Dublin are empty but for the bodies of the unlucky, the air silent but for the occasional crack of a rifle or the scream of a dying man.
Read the full story here.