Kale Sinclair
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Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd
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Xila's hunger
The mouth of the cave was steep, damp and wide. Xila Kota had to be extremely careful with her steps, or the weight of her body would cause chunks of loose rock to crumble beneath her, threatening to yank her back down to the bottom of the mountain.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
TN-421
For the past nine hours, Exio Sil and his skeleton crew of three, have been poorly navigating the unorthodox terrain of space beyond the fringes of the outer rim, trying to track down the rumors of a murderous Sith practitioner hiding out among the deep stars.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
GARRET, 505th Paratrooper. Content Warning.
Canicatti, Sicily | July 9th, 1943 | 3:45A.M The belly of the C-47 aircraft was deathly quiet, save for the numbing droning of the duel 1,200 horsepower radial engines. The paratroopers, mostly pale-faced teenagers, stared across the aisle into each other’s blood-shot eyes as they roared over the boiling Mediterranean.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Chaos on The Tobin
Boston, MA | Tobin Bridge Swaying in the wind, while balancing the balls of his feet on the icy railing, sirens and horns screamed in a symphony behind him. His right hand was frozen to an adjacent rail while he reached out with his left, spreading his fingers as wide as they could stretch. His eyes were glued shut while he was mumbled under his breath, repeating the same mantra over and over. This wasn’t a form of prayer, this was closer to a summoning, or a sacrificial offering. Tattooed in the center of this left palm, was a lily sprouting from three flames.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Marranzano. Content Warning.
Canicatti, Sicily | July 6th, 1943 The third beer tasted far better than the first two. He contemplated ordering a fourth, but he knew that if he got drunk, his fingers would tremble too heavily to be able to successfully replace the reed on Giovi’s marranzano.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
