Black Clouds_Nowhere Man_Digging Holes_Fire in the Belly
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Black Clouds
TW: violence, PTSD The god rays blasted my eyes as we spotted the shore rising from the horizon. Some soldiers peeked through the Ramp of the LCVP onto the oncoming beach. So far, no indication of enemy forces on the shore. The ones up above told us to not expect a firefight when approaching the beach, but no one ever takes their word for it, we’re the ones out here risking our hides; We always expect it. It’s not like we would start playing cards or sleeping on our way to the shore, to then get greeted by the welcoming sound of an MG-42- I mean, hundreds of MG-42‘s riddling us with bullets....
Nowhere Man
Landon Combs.I repeated the name to myself over and over. The name wasn’t familiar. In a small town like Hogsfeet, Alabama, everyone knew everyone’s business. The art club in town was about to shut down from lack of funds. There was a recent spotting of the real Bigfoot on the big mountain twelve miles north off AL-49、 Pastor Jones’s son got slapped with a DUI a few days ago. Combs allegedly lived in a small apartment complex on the outskirts of town before he disappeared. The grainy monochrome picture in the newspaper didn’t help. Landon looked like any other middle aged white man from aroun...
Digging Holes
You’re through to Summit Finance, my name is Dave. How can I help you today?”Another call. How can I help? Jesus Christ, I can’t help these poor bastards at all. I’m just digging the hole they’re in a little deeper.My computer screen flickers and a name appears. I’ve seen it before. One of our regularswww.onedoor.cc. She wants more money. I check out what she has as collateral. This will be the last time I can help her out, otherwise, my boss will kick my ass.“Hi, Candy. It’s Dave.” Candy tries to tell me her problems. She doesn’t want to borrow anymore, but she has bills to pay. I think she’s trying to hol...
Fire in the Belly
To give you a taste of where I come from, I have to tell you about how I got shot, before I was born. The fact Bradley Nowell, lead singer of Sublime, was my father, I just found it poetic. Honestly, as my mother put it, he was an asshole. She’d told me, after one of his concerts, Nowell had invited her backstage, and this was where I was conceived. What do you expect from a rock star? My mother, Martina, had been around the block once or twice, and she named me Destiny. I can’t tell you how long it took me to come to terms about being the prodigy of a groupie, and a subpar, half known, ska b...