Kale Sinclair
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Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd
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Obsidian Light. Top Story - May 2024.
Beneath Mount Etna The cavern’s floor was rugged and jet black. Rosalie needed to pay close attention to every step she took or she’d risk tripping on hardened clumps of lava. The ominous glow from the cinnabar combined with the firelight from Orazio’s torch kept the cavern illuminated enough to slowly maneuver through.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Four-Legged Glyphs
THE MOON The four-legged beast was pacing back and forth against the shadowy tree line of the new forest. Its short fur was pitch black, save for a white stripe stretching from its tail to the bridge of the nose. Its eyes were a soft blend of mahogany and canary, and each of the four paws had splashes of white and light brown.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Beneath The Moutnain
Gotta Love the spelling ERROR in the Title! 🤦🏽♂️ Mount Etna The entrance to the cave system was in fact well-hidden. Carved into the eastern slopes of Monte De Fiore I, just beneath the lava collar, a four foot wide opening expelled faint gasps of hydrogen sulfide scented mist.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Side Effects
Mount Etna Pietre cannone was a beautiful landscape decorated with incredible cylindrical rock formations. Timeless works of natural art formed when ancient tree trunks became enveloped by flowing lava. Through a unique phenomenon known as lithification, solid rock casts of those young trees are all that remain today.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Wheat
6:03P.M The collision was horrendous and loud. Rosalie tried to force Clement to stop the Jeep by punching his bicep and trying to turn the steering wheel hard to the right. The dangerous attack on her father only made her fall back into the passenger seat as the Jeep violently veered back to the left.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Beating Heart
Sicily | 1943 “Start at the beginning,” Rosalie said. “Soon after we arrived in Malta, we were kidnapped outside of a post office by a squadron of German and Italian soldiers - led by Nazi scientist and SS officer, Ulrich Kitzler and his bounty hunter - former German assassin - Nadine Holzer. They wanted the violin, and what we were smuggling inside of it. Our mission was to pass it along to a top-secret, international group of geological scientists who were embedded in Cyprus. Their existence was created to combat the occult, inappropriate, and world-dominating scientific expeditions of Hitler’s Nazi scientists. Luckily, the day before we were captured, we were able to mail the violin back to Canicatti.”
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Tell Her The Truth
Sicily | 1943 Blinded by the harrowing sight of her mother’s bullet-riddled body, Rosalie was unable to compute the face of the man who had just unleashed hell upon the German soldiers on the ridge with the machine gun mounted to an American jeep.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Rolling Hills | Part 2
Sicily | 1943 Rosalie dropped her arms and immediately began pursuing Garret - frequently looking back to see if she needed to fire her weapon. They made it to the next patch of trees, except this grouping was bare, and appeared dead from lack of water. It wasn’t a suitable position to take cover behind, which they quickly realized when bullets began tearing up the deadwood.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
