Kale Sinclair
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Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd
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Ellie
To put it simply, mayhem ensued. While Murphy was left dangling from the bars, holding on for dear life, my turn to die had finally arrived, and Hnid was going to be my executioner. The wolf spider bit into my cocconned body, then tossed me towards the red gate so the younger spiders and lint ants could have some fun with me before I was fed to the beast.
By Kale Sinclair11 months ago in Fiction
Fate/Choice. Top Story - February 2025.
Swarmed by the crazed horde, Murphy and I were both taken prisoner before we had the chance to blink. I tried to fight, but my arms were being held down with so much force I feared they would break if I strained them. It was useless. They were too strong, too mean, and too many.
By Kale Sinclair11 months ago in Fiction
The Red Gate
“What are we going to do?” Polk asked. By this point everyone in our group, save for the three missing socks, were all huddled together within the small chamber in front of the two tunnels. Coming to an agreement that the screams echoing throughout the shafts were connected to the missing socks, and with only one obvious path they could have gone, it quickly became apparent that a volunteer was needed to explore the left tunnel.
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
A Tale of Two Tunnels. Top Story - January 2025.
“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” Polk stopped his gloomy trek down the tunnel and turned back to face his friends. Looking from misfit to misfit, his eyes finally landed on the inquisitive, injured triple A battery, who was slowly leaking potassium hydroxide out of its negative terminal.
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
Afraid of The Light
Knowing what I needed to do first, I sprouted from behind the rock and ran as fast as I could. After dodging a few slashing blue whips and the venomous biting of spider fangs, I finally collapsed at Chester’s side. Nearly out of breath, I carefully leaned him over so I could access the lock on his ankle restraints.
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
That's No Dog Toy. Top Story - December 2024.
I was dragged much longer than I’d like to admit, so I wont. What I will admit is that in those moments of shame, I began to believe that failure was possible. And that maybe I had been wrong about Arly all along. She didn’t want to be saved. She wanted to be free. I was wrong in thinking they meant the same thing.
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
Politics | Chapter Two
Ellam leaned the blood filled tin over the edge of the stone well, and poured the liquid down into the blackness. He then carefully lifted the pirate’s dead body to the lip of the well, taking great caution in not upsetting the pinched nerve in his lower back, then tossed the body in.
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
Family Matters
Arly stomped her blackened feet into the mud and pounded her fists against a mangled tree trunk. Nhid hissed at the air as he sniffed the new scent lingering beneath the low-hanging fog while the rest of the army searched the perimeter for footprints.
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
Mistral | Chapter One
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, white snow fell from the poisonous atmosphere surrounding the coniferous planet of Mistral. A recent victim of rogue hyperscape radiation from an unknown source, and a brutal war between multiple pirate factions for control of the planet which lasted for two staggering years, the entire star system became a toxic wasteland of debris and frozen bodies. The interior of the planet however, being uncharted, undocumented and all around unknown by the Republic, prevented all alien species from knowing about its powerful healing properties. All unfortunate alien souls who did find their way down to the surface, never returned to tell their stories.
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
