It was a marching tune, and so the man marched. His feet kept perfect time. His arms swayed tightly to the rhythm. Sweat was beginning to break out on his brow but kept up the proper pace. After all it was a marching tune. He wanted to stop but knew he couldn’t. Not until the … More March
From atop her perch of a blackened out lamppost she watches. The moonlight reflects off her hair and glints off her drawn blade. It is the only light in the pool of darkness she inhabits between the illuminations of the lampposts. The soft wind brings messages of her intended. The smell of cheap pipe smoke … More She Strikes
Thirty-six bodies moved in time as the drums began their rat-a-tat-tat. The keyboard quickly joined in with a cheerful flutter before collapsing into syncopated chords. The guitar began strumming along as the bass bounced away at a simply pattern that doubled the low end of the keyboards. Nothing too complex. Nothing too new. But, goddamn, … More Idolatry
The sun rose and brought with it a grey dawn. The dreary light did nothing to improve the nerves of the men camped outside of outside Sparrow Castle. In truth it was a castle in name only. A wooden farmhouse from which jutted a squat, stone tower. Grasping vines climbed over the surface of both … More Castle of Sparrows
It was a special day for the old plumber. One of his grandson’s was visiting, one of his oldest girl’s boys. She had two kids. The youngest had two settings, silent with a book in hand or constantly talking. He was too little to really help on jobs, but he was good enough to at … More Just a Plumber
He grit his teeth and swallowed hard. He could feel the sweat on his brow collecting into little beads. The beads would continue to grow in size until they dripped down his face. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to fight off the slight burn the sweat made. Opening his eyes, he once again had full … More Brutal Act of Protest
(A True Life story about a recent day working with a class of junior high school students.) “Okay class, we are about to begin,” the teacher announced. The assistant looked over the room. Twenty six of the twenty seven students were in attendance. It was a private girl’s school. Technically it was a Catholic school … More Blank Tapes
(I’ve been practicing iaido for over a year now. I would not consider myself good at it. Almost every practice something happens, or something is said that makes me think of how it would work as a little snippet of a story, or perhaps in an old movie. I’m going to share some of these. I don’t … More In the Dojo (2)
(I’ve been practicing iaido for over a year now. I would not consider myself good at it. Almost every practice something happens, or something is said that makes me think of how it would work as a little snippet of a story, or perhaps in an old movie. I’m going to share some of these. I don’t … More In the Dojo (1)
The following was compiled from an interview with Sergeant Ral Xirces, a highly decorated combat veteran with almost twenty years experience. He adds to the little heard perspective of the Hammer Troopers views on the conflict between the United Empire and the terrorist organization the Restoration. On Hammer Suits: The suits are great. … More Inside the Hammer Troops
Deadly Troubadour 