Kale Sinclair
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Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd
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Battle of The Siblings. Top Story - December 2023. Content Warning.
2:37 A.M Rosalie eased the garage door shut with both palms, making as little noise as possible. The rusted latch clicked back into the splintered frame, then her nose and upper lip suddenly twitched at a familiar odor.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Pervitin. Content Warning.
Canicatti, Sicily | July 6th, 1943 Nadine sipped her steaming hot, black coffee from a white ceramic cup, while Elmar used the edge of his knife to break down their hefty bags of meth and opium into twelve, three-inch lines on top of the glass table in the center of the hotel room. They had become dangerously addicted to mixing the two drugs, but the high was a rare euphoria that was impossible not to chase once experiencing it.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Rox Vs. Rotto
Rox Kasker circled his wounded prey with murderous intent. He spun his large, double-edged ax in his leathery hands while he studied his victim, deciphering the best, and most satisfying way to kill it. The rain had ceased its downpour and the jackals had fled the area after Rox’s men had killed six of them. The forest was dead quiet, so quiet that Rox could actually hear the heartbeat of his prey, pounding inside of his enormous chest. The Gungan had ordered Pyrus to venture deeper into the woods, to make sure the jackals were not preparing for a surprise attack, but that had been over an hour ago, and he had not yet returned. Rox could only assume that his comrade had perished, or found himself lost. IG-96 was slowly casing their perimeter, scanning for heat signatures.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Rosalie Decides to Walk. Top Story - November 2023.
Canicatti, Sicily | July 6th, 1943 Outside of the church Rosalie ripped away the black veil that was attached to her ridiculous black hat, freeing her thickly curled hair that barely grazed her shoulders and stuffed it into the hungry mouth of a rusted trash bin. Breathing in through her nostrils and out through her mouth, she deeply inhaled the cool night air and used the sleeve of her black blouse to wipe away any lingering tears still dampening her cheeks.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Real, Imaginary Beasts
“Run!” Orion promptly obeyed Luna’s frantic command without question. Ryker, their state-of-the-art lunar rover, suffered a catastrophic loss of power once they exited the falls. With the massing mob of alien creatures marching towards them from every direction, and no power to safely keep them protected inside of the rover, they were forced to abandon Ryker, and make a dangerous escape on foot.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Friendly Fire
Canicatti, Sicily | July 10th, 1943 | 2:32A.M Fire, incendiary rounds, and steel aircraft parts exploded all around him as he once again tumbled through hot, Italian air. Limp, densely-dark shadows of fellow paratroopers bounced off of his body as he struggled to tug the rip chord to his parachute.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Dunes of Rome
Blood trickled down my forearms from the multiple sword wounds, and dripped into the hot sand behind me, marking my long journey in a staggered line of steaming crimson. The further I grazed, the softer the murderous cheers from the ravenous crowds became, allowing the bewitching, whispering voices to sing their trancing hymns of hope to all of the desert's unfortunate travelers.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
