Burn
I say in as flat a tone i can manage, shaking my head as i lean against the door frame, not stepping one inch out to give the impression i care speak to him, or one inch back to make him think i'd invite him in. "it's a good one this time..."
Any Day Now
More people, more questions, usually the same damn ones. one even had the gall to call him lucky. "three weeks at sea... only emergency rations... the only one of four to survive? you've got someone looking out for you."
What We Always Dreamed Of
"You're late." "I know." I replied plainly, seating myself across from him at the little, steel-wire table. It was all very cliché; the cafe, the large, bald man in a suit, reclined comfortably, the smoldering cigar between his thick fingers. For a...
THE FRONT: PART 8
"Redeem myself? What the hell was I thinking?" Scott asked himself, he was back in the trenches, their earthen walls closing in on him as he sat in his dugout and tried to avoid the rain. It had been raining for nearly a week now, but the German...
THE FRONT: PART 4
The triangular point was to keep stab wounds open, flat bayonets, like the ones employed by the germans, tended to be less deadly because their wounds could be easily stitched and bound.
THE FRONT: PART 3
If they heard you, then all it took was one flare, and they would see you as well. and just about everyone who got caught out in no man's land while raiding ended up dead, buried in the mud with no proper grave.
THE FRONT: PART 1
one of them said hollowly to his fellows, and then lay back down. scott was shocked, he had envisioned alert _clean_ soldiers guarding each and every parapet and shooting down wave after wave of german attackers.
Pretense
'i can't be a part of you anymore,' and 'i am done pretending,' were just as true as the last claim -- there is only you where someone else should because that one night i only pretended.
The Fall of the Rubberbirds
"the evil of the rubberbirds shall one day be undone, by the deadly steel-clad blades of the firey crimson one..."
Regrets
She laid in the dark, after he left, a one night stand wasn't anything grand. she had hoped he'd stay, rather than make a move to play he left her in the dark cold and stark.
A Letter to Sapphire
#1 of free mind stories colors, the beauty of them interchanging between one another. a letter to sapphire (any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.) dear sapphire, hello.
Counter Earth Chronicles Chapter 33: A Chance Encounter
"yeah i heard about that, you were one of two investigators that were ambushed by the poet!" "yeah, not one of my proudest moments." i said humbly. "but it wouldn't have happened if you blasted rebels hadn't bugged the castle.