The Babysitter: Part I
Conn kept his hands firmly stuck in his pockets as his runners slapped the pavement. It was a busy evening in the neighbourhood; kids running back and forth with water-guns, playing ball in the street; teens loitering on the corners or hanging around...
Scoped, Dropped, never Mourned
It was dusk, Russian winter setting in. Ominous black clouds rolled and mixed with one another as they passed in the smoked fumed sky. The minds of the average man and the common soldier differ drastically. Common sense is but a luxury and has no sense...