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The men in their division stood in line. All uniformed, shaved and smart. All presentable. Except for that one soldier. He was torn up, dirt, unshaved and a veteran of the last conflict.

Posted By Alex barley On 09.04.2011 @ 12:09 pm

He stood along the coast, admiring the scenery. Hearing the crashing of the waves. Tasting the salt on his lips as he licked them. Yes, nothing could tear him away from this…

Posted By Alex barley On 09.02.2011 @ 1:00 pm

The dreary, grey, tired mist hung over the town. The town itself was deserted save for the poor souls, struggling to get by the day-to-day runnings of the location. Still they press on…

Posted By Alex barley On 08.30.2011 @ 8:27 am

He walked throught the mist, wary and uncertain. “What would he find?” “Would the others believe him?” Irregardless he pressed onwards, hoping he finds what he saw the night before.

Posted By Alex barley On 08.29.2011 @ 12:44 pm