POLICE STORY – Chapter One

Chapter 1 – Rookies on Patrol

Constable Jack Peters quickly ducked down behind his Nissan 4×4 patrol van as the three heavily armed men exited the Vincent Park Shopping Complex. The trio walked out onto the upper level of the parking lot. Crouching Peters edged his way towards the cab of the police van. Opening the passenger’s door he reached inside for the radio. Suddenly the sound of automatic gunfire shattered the daily hum of the shopping centre. Read the rest of this entry »

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A Christmas Tale

Ho-Ho-whore! Merry friggan Christmas, he thought as he watched her pack her bags. How could it have happened? Jessica hummed a preppy carol as she folded and packed the Dolce and Gabbana top he had bought her just a few weeks ago. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Carpenter

Mendelhein 319 AC
Bergville – The border territories.

Working the broom Grayden Chalice swept the dust and wood shavings across the slate floor of his workshop, and out the door. It was just on dawn in Bergville, and the forty-two year old carpenter was already up and getting ready to start work. The crisp late autumn morning saw clouds of steam greet his every breath. Standing shy of six foot, his dark hair flecked with grey, the quiet, moderately good looking man was mostly unassuming. He was decently built, as one would expect from someone who worked with his hands, and even though he was in his forties, he had avoided the dreaded middle aged spread common to most men his age. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Plunkett Murder

17 April 1922 – Boston Mass.

Thirty-three year old Harry Shaw walked up to the front door of 321 Kenisco Knolls, and knocked. He stepped back and rubbed his chin. It felt a little peculiar being clean shaven, as recently the former police detective and war veteran had taken to sporting a healthy chin of stubble. It was also a little out of the ordinary being sober, despite the 18th Amendment. Harry was a heavy drinker. Whiskey was his poison, but it didn’t quite dull the horrors of the Great War. Read the rest of this entry »

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The War at Home

The pain was excrutiating, but Adrian Gossard knew he could not give up. Digging his nails into the mud of the ditch he dragged himself out inch by inch. The cold rain of France still pelted down. It had been a good three hours since the American sniper had been discovered by the German patrol out in No-Mans-Land. Beaten and shot twice, once in the right thigh and again in the shoulder, he had been tossed into a water filled shell crater and left for dead. Adrian didn’t know if the violent shivering was from the night cold or the loss of blood, or both? Lying half in and half out the ditch the twenty-four year old hovered between life and death. Read the rest of this entry »

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Sky Raiders

“Damn this guys good!” exclaimed Captain Roland Watson as he jerked back on the stick and powered up. The nose of the Mosquito bomber lifted and the plane climbed sharply. A deadly stream of 20mm nicked the tail-plane, but mostly missed the nimble, agile twin engine light bomber. Roland had always wanted to fly fighters and flew his bird like one. Read the rest of this entry »

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Beyond the Call

Chapter One

The young boy hoisted the small sturdy wooded side table up with all his might and staggered away from the wagon. Despite its size the table was deceptively heavy as it was made from the dense mahogany wood. The young boy, Bron, was also only ten. He made his way down the stone steps leading to the side entrance of the mighty stone keep. At the door his father, who was coming out, took the table from him.

“Boy,” he growled, “I said take the small stuff. I will handle these.” He took the table in one hand.

“It wasn’t that heavy pa,” he panted, looking up at the big man.

Despite his gruff nature Arlen was a kind man and he loved his son more than life itself. He however kept up a mask most of the time of a tough, mercenary veteran. But those days were long past. Read the rest of this entry »

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Chapter one
Barely daring to breathe Nemesis held his position and watched the terrified gunman shoot glances left, right, up, and behind him as he stumbled over the rubble, heading for the exit and a false sense of security.
He was the last of his crew that foolishly decided to go looting deep in the Hell Zone. Four other raiders lay spread out in the ruins, dead, not knowing what hit them. Nemesis hardly wished to waist a valuable bullet on this trash so he held his wicked pig-sticker low, ready to strike. Read the rest of this entry »

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Chapter one
Ducking low, Jack Haskell avoided the massive roundhouse right from the streetwise Bull Mackey. The heavy set veteran followed up with a swift uppercut, whose speed was deceptive, given his meaty physique. Jack managed to step back just in time to avoid that too. Being only sixteen Jack still had some growing to do. He however did not have a bad build at all for his age at 5’9” and 154 lbs, and was no monkey in a fight. Read the rest of this entry »

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Holocaust – Colorado Run

Repetitively and methodically he hammered the stubborn rock with the ten pound hammer. With each blow tiny flakes of dolomite flew clear as the mighty stone grudgingly gave up ground. Then suddenly a huge crack appeared. He stepped back almost too stunned to comprehend. The slightest of shafts of light peered through the gap. He felt his heart skip a beat and his breathing increased as the excitement built momentum. He dared not hope that his labor had come to an end lest he was to be disappointed. He hefted up the sturdy old hammer and really put his back into it. Like a dam wall giving up against the pressure of the water the old enemy crumbled and gave way. Soon he was bathed in light that burned his eyes. He sat down and ignored the discomfort. With tears streaming down his face he let the sunlight burn his lily-white skin and his lungs savor the fresh air for the first time in over two years. Read the rest of this entry »

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