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The Flight of the Cub – 1
The path of the foot falls was unlike most. The hunter sought his prey up and down hills, she climbed trees and leapt to creeks, her footfalls were messy and at times unpredictable. The hunter tracked and stalked his prey with a ruthlessness that would make any beast fear him. But his prey was not…
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Churchyard Shadow
Funerals have always bothered me We celebrate the life And mourn the loss Perhaps the shadow I saw Was doing a bit of both For the graveyard was old Older it seemed than the country that it was in And yet the ghost of a person Lingered in it still The ghost of that of…
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Cleaner: Paul Smith
Paul Smith may be the most uninteresting cleaner of all. A pencil pusher and office jockey, Paul lived his workaholic days in the comfort of his morning and evening commute. His eyes loved to flutter one way and another watching the green grass and green trees. He loved the idea of being a mountain man.…
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The Fallen’s Tree
What is the knight’s name?Why does he kneel at the fallen’s tree?Is he the cause?Or the griever?Do the weapons of the past make him weep?Or like many others does he stay strong?Is his strength measured by time?Or by his fallen foes?I don’t know.And I haven’t the heart to ask.
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Grinds my gears
You what grinds my gears? Married people that go to individual therapists. They would rather pay someone to listen to all their secrets and trauma than tell the person that is supposedly the other half of their life. You don’t keep secrets from your spouse that will only lead to more trauma and drama that…
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Reclaiming the Sea – Daring the Pacific
Daring the Pacific The waters of the Pacific ocean were as treacherous as the men that sailed it. If the proverb held true in World War Two then not even a hundred years would change it. Commander Elliot Pike stood on the bow of the resupply frigate, the Endeavor. After the so much of the…
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A Legionnaires Awakening
I feel the power course through my chest and arms. My legs gain the power to decimate gravity. My neural senses out pace light and time. I can feel the darkness of the void just within my reach. A icy breath passes by my lips as all life becomes nothing more than a trifle of…
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9/11 22 years past
Nine one one A call for emergency A call to arms Never forget Almost forgotten Yet the threat is real Ban are group gatherings On this September day Ban are the remembrances Ban by those who have forgotten Ban by those who did not see the towers fall Ban by the snowflakes that do not…
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Reclaiming the Sea – The Subs
Diesels submarines, the noisy ships that had once served as escorts for supply boats, now were a pest for the nuclear fleet. The nuclear subs were quiet and stealthy, full of wonder and mystery. The two types of boats, the quiet and noisy, were always at odds with each other. While the nuclear fleet would…
The In Constant Chronicles
My Works as an Author
The In Constant Chronicles 