James Cranch
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The Case
Avi Goldberg hand cuffed his Briefcase to his left wrist and walked out onto the busy streets of New York. In his right hand he held a lit cigar, he smoked it while he watched the setting suns light reflect off the buildings. James Miles walked up to Avi and pulled out his Burreta M9 and fired. Avi’s head exploded on to the street as his body hit the pavement. James pulled out his machete and severed Avi’s hand at the wrist. James Miles grabbed the briefcase and ran.
By James Cranch3 years ago in Fiction
Duel of fate
There was not always Dragons in the Valley. There was not always life or civilization before my people were brought to this prison. It was nothing but an endless stretch of sand dunes and jagged black rocks. Now its home to last of the Aesirian people. Who live in a shanty town of rusted tin and clay brick buildings, with cloths for doors. There are no fences around our prison or guards, just a swarm of Dragons that fly around the perimeter like a nightmarish Tornado with the prison in the eye of it.
By James Cranch4 years ago in Fiction
