Assassin
~April 2011~ Quietly he strode towards a gate guard with his blade drawn but concealed, hooded head bowed to hide his face. Without warning the guard's conversation with another was cut short. The assassin's blade driven through his chest, blood...
Action Scene
~December 2011~ In the future you wouldn't think that swords would play any role in combat but I find the combat of centuries past enthralling. Nobody ever sees it coming. The switch from gun to blade. Maybe I'm just nostalgic, for a time period I was...
Final Exit
\*A short story that came to me as I was listening to Final Exit by Fear Factory on their new album Mechanize\* My life no longer has any value. For too long I've been determining the value of others lives and now my own value has come up for...
The Invasion of Acacia: Chapter 2
\*Disclaimer\* All Location, Names and Characters are © Jordan P. Unless Otherwise Noted The Retalian race and original concept is © Tom M. January 2005 \*Disclaimer\* Author's Note: Sheesh, sorry it took so long, I'm a bit slow when it comes...
Depth of Darkness
The Humvee I was riding in jerked over a rut in the road, knocking my Kevlar against the plate glass window I was slouching too close to. I scowled and leaned back into my seat away from the small, square view. Endless dunes rolled in the distance;...
Retaliation
© Jordan P. 2005 Disclaimer: I could put a disclaimer but I'm too lazy. Just let me know if yah do anything with this story. Credit is given where credit is due. Thanks to a friend for thinkin' up the Lupe'Uin for me so I didn't have...
The Invasion of Acacia: Chapter 3
\*Disclaimer\* All Location, Names and Characters are © Jordan P. Unless Otherwise Noted The Retalian race and original concept is © Tom M. February 2005 \*/Disclaimer\* Author's Note: So this is the long awaited chapter 3. There isn't a whole...
Blood on my Mind's Hands
~March 2009~ Utter joy. For the first time in so long I couldn't even begin to guess the time frame. The terrified looks on their faces as they tried to process what they had just witnessed. The smell of blood, sweat and urine permeating the room...
Recruiting Procedures of the Questionable Sort
Recruiting Procedures of the Questionable Sort The last of the evening's light faded behind distant mountain tops. Dominating the view from inside the house through oversized windows that framed them perfectly. Professional photographers would find...