Kale Sinclair
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Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner
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Medusa | Part One. Content Warning.
Canicatti, Sicily | July 6th, 1943 Rosalie’s feet, calves, and thighs burned from traversing the uneven ground. A small part of her wished she had taken one of the bicycles, but she was glad she didn’t. The hour-long walk beneath the moon and stars, provided her with enough time to allow her mind to freely roam the universe. Allowing the solitude to provide her with the pleasure of peace, and calmness — which she used to keep her violent anxiety at bay.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Battle of The Siblings. Top Story - December 2023. Content Warning.
2:37 A.M Rosalie eased the garage door shut with both palms, making as little noise as possible. The rusted latch clicked back into the splintered frame, then her nose and upper lip suddenly twitched at a familiar odor.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Pervitin. Content Warning.
Canicatti, Sicily | July 6th, 1943 Nadine sipped her steaming hot, black coffee from a white ceramic cup, while Elmar used the edge of his knife to break down their hefty bags of meth and opium into twelve, three-inch lines on top of the glass table in the center of the hotel room. They had become dangerously addicted to mixing the two drugs, but the high was a rare euphoria that was impossible not to chase once experiencing it.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Rox Vs. Rotto
Rox Kasker circled his wounded prey with murderous intent. He spun his large, double-edged ax in his leathery hands while he studied his victim, deciphering the best, and most satisfying way to kill it. The rain had ceased its downpour and the jackals had fled the area after Rox’s men had killed six of them. The forest was dead quiet, so quiet that Rox could actually hear the heartbeat of his prey, pounding inside of his enormous chest. The Gungan had ordered Pyrus to venture deeper into the woods, to make sure the jackals were not preparing for a surprise attack, but that had been over an hour ago, and he had not yet returned. Rox could only assume that his comrade had perished, or found himself lost. IG-96 was slowly casing their perimeter, scanning for heat signatures.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
