Here's a prologue to my novel in progress to treat my Commanders in Quill.
Storytelling nightmare of a blockade, and how to fix it.
The space pirates are coming!
Imagine the world without religion.
The other side of glory.
The final piece of Hell.
Beware of black Lada 1500 Special.
When the explosion erupted, I threw myself behind the cover and glanced over the edge. In a field intersected by hills and trees of a sparse canopy, a red blinker flickered. Clouds darkened the day, and the fog hovered around the crater downed Stratagma fighter jet made. The radar did not show the presence of … Continue reading Memories of a Cyborg
An image of a desert contrasted with the orange sunset shivering on the horizon. A Marine ran in a straight-line, raised dust with his feet, trying to get away. Dry. His mouth covered in flakes of dried skin couldn't take enough air. His radio was punctured, as was his backpack, helmet, and water can. He … Continue reading Pieces of Hell – the Desert fox (FREE)
The story A long slip on a concrete wall casted rays of light over furniture. The rest of the walls were made of porous dirt, roughly shaped with a shovel. Maps, a few steel cups and a teapot for five servings were on a simple wooden table in the middle of the room. A folding … Continue reading Pieces of Hell – The Bunker (story & critique)