Leaves swirl from the ground in a sudden wind. A wind five-year-old Ye' Ruo thinks left her mouth along with the words of her wish. A wish uttered hushed and filled with sorrow. She wished simply to, "help." The wind howls and churns the remains of summer in a cyclone of red and yellow. The …
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In this life, Tam Duc is eighty-five years old, weighs thirty-eight kilograms and travels from the Northern island of Cát Bà, to Năm Căn on the one leg remaining after meeting a French landmine 72 years ago. It is a journey of 2000 kilometers. Năm Căn is nothing more than the Southernmost tip of Vietnam. …
Toman grips the ax handle. Both fists go white with the tension. The veins running up and down both labor strengthened arms stand proud. He can smell her on the air. A bouquet so familiar it reminds him of home and childhood, spicy, but sweet and a bit savory, it mixes with the creatures musk …
"Elves?" the dwarf sneers. "Yes, elves, you have a problem with elves?' Sheridan interlinks his fingers and cracks his knuckles in a threatening cacophony. 'You racist against elves?" The dwarf cocks his head, mouth turning into a tight frown, "nah, guess I love 'em." "Good."
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They were the fodder of the infantry, the little boots, the walking dead. Eleven bang bangs, through and through, but guys with almost no hope of going back home. Maybe the infantry was filled with the illiterate, criminals, the roughened variety. And maybe these men were all of that and more, but they were also …
Two men hide in lakeside shrubbery on a ground slick and muddy. The air is chilly and their breath comes out like thick fog. They both stare across the lake at a palace framed by a sun escaping the encroaching night behind nearby mountains leaving brilliant shades of reds and oranges in its wake. The …
Part 1 Part 2 The captain idles his mind with questions. What is it one does when death and destruction are the primary pursuits?. Where wealth is measured in lives and supplies? Where gold is mainly melted and worn because there are few places to spend it when one earns it in a …
Steve stands at a bar with a fuck it all attitude. Fresh out of prison he swore he would never again try for the big easy. Last time he was out on parole it was a crushed cheek bone that sidetracked him. “Stupid bitch had it coming.” He thought that for three months until the …
I stand in a small halo of yellow light cast from the single incandescent bulb swinging naked in the Gulf breeze. The light dangles from a black cord hung from the plywood ceiling covering the front porch. The house attached is not well maintained. Paint is a long forgotten memory here. The rustle of palm …
