This story begins in silence.

It ends in thunder.

Between those two points, there is much blood and screaming.

Have you ever heard the saying “In the valley of the blind, the one-eyed man is King”? (more…)

The fog was thick as the sun began to rise over Chestnut river. Bits of light burned their way through the fog, making odd shapes that swirled and danced.

“I have four shamblers near the store.” Mark whispered.

The handheld on his shoulder squawked softly and a female voice replied, “Keep an eye out. We will move in five.” (more…)

[An easy, confident man waits on the other side of this stark glass barrier, waiting for me to start the interview. From what I have learnt from the tales of his exploits during the War, and from the security checks I had to go through to get access to him, I am thankful we are not any closer]

What you Yanks don’t understand is that Britain was one of the most densely populated places on earth. No wide open spaces. Nowhere to run to. We weren’t cowards, you see. We did what we had to do, had the damn bravery to do what had to be done! (more…)

I’m not sure how to start this God. I know I haven’t had much to do with you, and I figure that you haven’t had that much interest in me, but I’m really up shit creek now and I would appreciate some help.

Should I be more formal? Should I start off with an “Our Father, who art in heaven”? Maybe if I got down on my knees? I don’t know, it all seems kind of like crawling to me. I hate it when people suck up to me, and maybe you do too. (more…)