The writer's hand trembled as it held his pen. He'd been called to act—to make something meaningful. His task was daunting, and he'd let rust take over his mind. Still, silence was no longer an option. He steadied his hand with the other and made his first mark on the page.
*This story was inspired by the artwork, “Hello from the front” by Art Right.
Of all the pictures I have of Colin and Sam, I look at this one the most—not because of some deranged need to keep myself mourning for the end, or because of a kind of misplaced guilt over their deaths—but because this one shows us in the full light of what we were meant to be.
*This story was inspired by the song, “With Extreme Prejudice” by Eternal Reich.
We all sway a little as the IMV hits a crack in the road. The men around me have their heads down, probably gearing themselves up for the mission. Red light reflects off of the visors of their helmets.
Not a word is uttered. None need be. There’s nothing but determination in the back of this battle bus. Every one of us know what needs to be done.Read More
Rachel let the water of the shower beat down on her as she tried to clear her mind for a moment of all the stress that had been building up. She hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. Everything that had happened since she’d woken up on the bus played over and over in her head and plagued her with confusion, worry, fear, and—worst of all—guilt. Read More
Michael stood by and watched as the McCormicks blocked the woman who had just lost her husband from exiting the diner. He had tried to put a hand on her shoulder once he had gotten to his feet and Nathan was being carried away. Read More
Ok, so I would absolutely love to have a podcast one day. I’ve always wanted to do one, but there’s some things preventing me from doing it. I know: I’m a master of making things more complicated than they have to be. Read More