Black Flag

Lying with his back to the shelled building, Henrik quietly pulled the corpse of one of the militia soldiers over him, willing himself to vanish as one of their trucks roared up the broken road in his direction. The dead of the official military, the opposing militia, and people who'd been hiding in the city of … Continue reading Black Flag

Keep Breathing

Turning off the deserted highway, James Stipanuk held a stabilizing hand over his coffee as he guided the truck along an uneven gravel road. The narrow road slithered through quiet countryside until it terminated near the horizon at a gleaming black structure that pierced the chilled sky like a cloud-crowned monument. Approaching the end, he eased on the brakes as he neared a … Continue reading Keep Breathing

One Last Run

Through the evacuated harbor town, mountain guide Lee Suriah rushed from guide office to guide office, desperate to recruit help. His quick footsteps echoed off narrow brick roads and cozy buildings, shuttered and dark, shingles dripping from a recent sun shower. Rounding a corner, he broke into a walk and fumbled to a stop, almost slipping in a … Continue reading One Last Run

Jolly Jailbreak

Colin lounged in the shady corner of a roomy bamboo jail cell. At least it's nicer than the last place.  Movement outside the bars drew his eye again. The cell faced the street which allowed all sorts of people to stop and look. Last time there were kids. The time before that there were some scowling old guys with crazy long eyebrows. Who is it this - oh, it's him. The … Continue reading Jolly Jailbreak

Our Battles

"Across a stretch of meadow hurried a swordsman. The meadow wasn't a lush and green place, bursting with bright grasses and curious deer with flicking ears, nor were there happy birds' songs or the humming of insects hidden deep among a sea of wildflowers. Nearing winter, no animals visited and travelers no longer passed through on horseback or with … Continue reading Our Battles