Kale Sinclair
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Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner
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Nothing Can Change This Love
Cold yellow light spread across the pale coral walls as surging electricity sparked the bulbs to life. The bones and joints supporting Ellie’s ninety-four year old knee’s ached from layers of arthritis with every step. Yet the pain was no match for the evergreen love within her heart. Adjusting her own eyes to the sharp illumination, Ellie began her daily routine.
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
Highway 91. Top Story - September 2024.
The newly paved Vermont asphalt rose and fell like the summer waves he used to watch as a boy growing up on the sea shell riddled shores of Cape Cod. Leaves, ablaze with New England’s one-of-a-kind rich autumn hues, descended from their cold branches and decorated their ascent up the mountain side. They twirled and danced across the quiet back road, morphing into faint red and orange tornadoes as Timothy’s Jeep shifted gears.
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
Arlan Book. Top Story - August 2024.
Arlan Book swung his double-sided ax as hard as his body would allow. The serrated edge cut and sliced through flesh and bone with tremendous ease. The cries of his enemies fleeted with the passing gales, filling his nostrils with the warring scents of fire and blood. They were aromas which ominously aroused him, consuming his pulsing veins with hot surges of adrenaline.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Arly's Army
After an hour of listening to Harry’s anthology of horror stories, I came to understand that the dark realm was ruled by a single, villainous entity. Her name was Arly and she was once one half of Derrick’s most prized pair of socks. She was an Arlington Catholic Cougars crew sock which Derrick received as a gift from the high school, along with a fancy leather Letterman jacket, for winning the state football championship.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Rox Kasker
Boston Rox Kasker braced himself for impact as he fell fifty feet from the giant oak tree in the heart of the Boston Common. The branch he was standing on wasn’t as strong as he assumed it was, snapping under the weight of his two hundred twenty pound frame.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
