Kenneth Michel
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Air Force vet with a passion for writing. Spiritual AF. Lover of horror and fantasy. I come up with weird shit.
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Driving the city bus route during rush hour carried both incredible responsibility and stress. A stress that Walter Kennedy was all too familiar with. Forty years old, and a retired Army vet, Walter had experienced the kind of hell no man should ever have to bear witness to, but one that countless souls had endured in the past and continued to endure at this very moment. He was one of the lucky ones. At least that’s what everyone had told him. He’d lived through his tour in the desert—the sandbox as his brothers and sisters so affectionately called it—and had managed to transition into civilian life with relative ease. However, while he was told he was lucky, and he was grateful for the blessing of overcoming certain obstacles others like him had struggled with, there was still the single most common issue men and women in his situation had struggled with. A problem he had not been fortunate enough to escape. They called it Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD for short. His was classified as severe, but that didn’t prevent him from being able to handle the stressful, yet important, city bus route he drove every weekday during afternoon rush hour.
By Kenneth Michel5 years ago in Fiction
Abaddon
Sebastian stood at the large viewing window that overlooked the small observation room of the underground lab. Inside stood the figure that held his attention completely. A woman with matted blonde hair thrashed wildly against her chains. Guttural sounds protruded from her petite, slender figure in a way that would make people of the old world claim she was possessed. And in a way she was. Sebastian stared in silence, his eyes flicking between the heart-shaped locket with the picture of his ten-year-old girl, and the naked, unkempt woman that stood on the other side of the glass. His eyes filled with sorrow and his heart with guilt. It was a grief he had never been allowed to voice to her. Because this was his daughter. His Helen. And her mind had been twisted by Abaddon—the bioweapon he helped create.
By Kenneth Michel5 years ago in Horror
