Kale Sinclair
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Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd
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Boston | The Dark Space Breaking through my trap of tangled green fibers, the monstrous spider dove its luminescent pincers into the heart of my Boston Celtics logo and began to unravel the stitching. I cried out in desperation and agony but it was quickly drowned out by the spider’s victorious screeches.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Arabica
African Highlands The town of Arabica was founded during an age when the concept of time was still a primitive understanding. Yet, within the realm of those primordial minds, a secret ritual has endured the rust of numerous millenia and is just as strong today as it was during its unexpected inception.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Dark Space
Boston | The Dark Space (Beneath the couch) It was impossible to see through the dense layers of blackness, but something continued to stir beyond the veil of my limited sight. Terrified of what was making the mysterious sounds, and having no way to defend myself, I did the only thing I could.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Epilogue . Top Story - June 2024.
December 25th, 1943 Sunrise Clement still needed the cane his doctor prescribed to him once returning home to Canicatti. His favorite part about the walking stick, which he thought only the elderly folks needed to use, was Rosalie’s unwavering persistence in reminding him to use it every time he felt like rebelling. Which was quite often. It was a bit annoying he thought, but it was her pestering determination to keep him healthy during his recovery that continued to breathe life into his shattered body and soul.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The End
Sicily Ulrich gave a torturous tug on the leash, bringing the paratrooper to his knees. Rosalie flinched forward but was held at bay by Nadine’s unwavering pistol and her father’s desperate pleads for the German assassin to stop firing. She knew Nadine would not hesitate to kill them, so she decided to remain still and stall her long enough to conceive a plan to escape the volcano’s depths alive while trapping the two German hunters in the subterranean cavern forever.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Con of Humanity | Part 2
Beneath Mount Etna Orazio’s body instantly disintegrated as it touched the scorching silver liquid, sending a harrowing stream of dark gray and brown smoke through the dense underground air. Clement shifted his arm to retrieve the pistol lodged within his waistband but a well placed bullet to his upper left shoulder prevented him from acquiring his weapon.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Con Of Humanity
Beneath Mount Etna “This is why you are here,” Clement said. The subterranean oasis was vast, breathtakingly bewitching and uncomfortably hot. It appeared to stretch on for miles in all directions but Rosalie couldn’t be sure if that was physically true or simply a clever trick of the eye. Either way, it was terrifyingly beautiful.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
