Kale Sinclair
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Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd
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Three Fins | Pt. 3
Chief Riley was imprisoned inside of the Oak Bluffs Police Department, juggling relentless phone calls from frantic vacationers, as well as a long line of pissed off locals who crammed their sweaty bodies into the small station. Her sergeant was on crowd control, while her deputy, and clerk, handled the other two phones. Her husband Hayden, the general manager of Nancy's Restaurant, left work early to help his wife regain control of the island. Being the great husband that he was, he stopped at Back Door donuts before going to the station for coffee and his wife’s all-time favorite treats. Cinnamon rolls and apple fritters.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Cinnamon Rolls
Leah was going into diabetic shock in the middle of her neighborhood park. It was five past nine in the morning, and she was out enjoying her well deserved snow day. The snowball fight she was having with her dog, Ellie, turned for the worst when Leah suddenly collapsed into the snow.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Yellow Snow
It was the first snowfall of the winter, and Ellie was determined to make the most of it. Unfortunately, she needed to do one, crucial thing first. Pee. Leading the way down the condo stairs, she safely guided her owner out into the wondrous chill of a winter day.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Pond Socks
It was the dead of winter, and Timmy McDowel was sure that Ridgewood pond was finally frozen enough to skate on. Hustling to get dressed, his bedroom door opened. Being a red retriever, Ellie immediately began nibbling at the thick socks Timothy was pulling onto his feet. Giving in to her demands, Timmy tossed a stinkier sock across the room.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Snow Angels
The storm rolled into Boston just before midnight. The power went out sometime around two, disconnecting the entire south end neighborhood, including the slow charge on Brendan’s iPhone. Luckily, he never actually needed to use the alarm on his phone because that job was proudly performed daily by a trained professional.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Brothers Of Black Stone | Pt. 2
Sicily | July 10th | 1943 Bodies and blood went scattering across the grass as chaos ensued around them. The three civilians who Garret and Hale had moments ago saved, tried to run back inside of the house, but they each fell to the ground in seeping piles of their own blood in the order in which they ran.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Three Fins | Pt. 2
Vineyard Haven Chief of Police, Ryan Riley, was sweating profusely over a staggered pile of unpaid parking tickets while sucking down her second mocha iced coffee of the morning. She was desperately trying to resume control of the situation, but the chaos of the barrage of phone calls made it difficult for her to gather all of the facts. If swimmers had been bitten, and killed by sharks, she would be forced to evacuate every beach on the entire island. Public and private. On top of that it was Labor Day weekend, which meant the island was packed with thousands of vacationers, and beach goers.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Three Fins | Pt. 1
State Beach | MV Blood-curdling screams rode in on the misty brine of crimson waves, and crashed hard against the hot sand. The two teenage lifeguards on duty began to pierce through the unraveling chaos with their Kiefer Pealess whistles, alerting any lingering swimmers that there was a shark in the water.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Ronald James | Part One
Boston, MA I would like to start off by telling you the story of Ronald James. It is a true story, so I apologize beforehand for the brutality you are about to hear. Yet among the gruesomeness, there is an intensive balancing act of beauty and passion. The story of Ronald James is a wondrous tale about the treacherous journey every heart must take to discover one's own inner peace and purpose, while simultaneously learning to understand how to properly love themself.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Bars By The Sea. Top Story - January 2024.
Casablanca, North Africa | July 11th, 1943 | 8:17:P.M He awoke to the sound of crashing waves, cheerful chanting, and live music. His head once again throbbed, his skin awkwardly trembled, and his vision was hazy, but he could tell that something was different about his room.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Neighbors
Canicatti, Sicily | July 10th, 1943 | 9:40A.M. The rooster was odd. The gunshot forced their hand. But it was the scream that got them moving. Garret instructed Corrado to quickly wrap the violin back into its case, then ordered the group to gather their weapons and belongings. Their plan to disassemble the violin remained the same, but the introduction of nearby gunfire, and screaming, added yet another layer of anticipation.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
