Kale Sinclair
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Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd
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The Beginning Of The End | Pt. 2
Sicily | 1943 8:03A.M Intimately familiar with the confusing layout of the streets, Ulrich and Nadine allowed the priest to lead them through the tight alleys of Canicatti. To help blend in, and keep any of the patrolling soldiers from bothering them, Ulrich and Nadine were both donning religious garb.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Beginning Of The End | Pt. 1
Sicily | 1943 6:38A.M Giving thanks for being responsible, and making sure everyone drank one glass of water for every glass of wine, Garret awoke refreshed. His body still ached from the numerous injuries he sustained from the crash, and his arms, neck, and hands were still bruised, and burned, but his energy was high, and his adrenaline was rejuvenated.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Man
Sicily | 1943 Struggling to get the eggs over easy, she found a spatula and began scrambling. Skillfully using one hand, she cracked two more eggs with just her fingers, and added them to the hot skillet. Once the eggs reached her desired fluffiness, she tossed in a few slices of Pecorino cheese she cut from a cheese wheel left out on the counter top. Watching it melt, she used her spatula to mix the gooey magic together until the blend met her standards.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Hedera Helix
Sicily | 1943 Dry, cracked fingers wrapped around her throat. She was pushed up against the glass of the double-doors, which nearly broke open from the force. His speed was unlike anything Corrado had ever seen, which is why he reacted later than he should have.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Emotional Damage . Top Story - February 2024.
Sicily | 1943 Peering out of a pair of double glass doors, Rosalie took in the marvelous view of Canicatti’s rolling, emerald knolls, and the town’s vast array of sandstone, clay, marble, and brick structures ranging as far back as the fourteen-hundreds. Corrado paced back and forth, unimpressed with the view, and more concerned with their wrongful imprisonment.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Doctor, Doctor | Pt. 2
Sicily | 1943 Dr. Heiko inspected the basket of medical equipment Nadine had brought him. He removed one of the boxes of bandages, tore open the corner, then dumped a handful of them out onto the table beside his scalpels. He reached back down, and pulled out the two bottles of wine.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Discipline
Sicily | 1943 Rosalie quietly led Corrado through a camouflaged passageway built into the rear wall of the terrace, down to the convent’s subterranean crypt. It was a sacred location the American and British soldiers were still ignorant of. Plus, due to the ongoing renovations, and restorations, it currently housed hundreds of old, and new church instruments used for the masses held upstairs in the church of The Madonna Della Rocca. It had become more of a glorified storage room at this point in time, and less of sanctified crypt.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Doctor, Doctor | Pt. 1
Sicily | 1943 She poured gunpowder over the wound in his lower back, then took a lit match to the surface. The powder ignited, snapped, hissed, and crackled, then sealed the wound shut with a swift, blue flame. Methamphetamine was surging through his veins, so he felt nothing. His head was cocked to the right, hard, making his neck appear broken, and sticky drool was seeping from the deep, chapped corners of his lips.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Tree
Sicily | 1943 Her molars ached from the decadent layers of chocolate, hazelnut, and caramel. Unraveling her third napkin, she used the soft, white cloth to wipe away the excess sugar from her lips. Washing down the croissant with a cappuccino, and a tall glass of ice water, she paid for two more croissants and two cappuccinos to go, then exited the American occupied cafe.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Drex Nile
An extremely long time ago, in a galaxy tremendously far away from ours... Fifteen years ago, while Drex was a young, thieving pilot, desperately trying to make a living for himself on the planetary city-system of Coruscant, he found his hands soaked in blood.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
