The Coffee Chronicles

Part one, Part two, The Headless Corpseman As I finished loading the shotgun, a piercing scream echoed around the slaughter house, sending a shiver up my spine. I shook my head, took a breath, and pumped the shotgun. Horace glanced over at me, while he too pumped his shotgun. “Honestly, I miss being a beat

Fractured States part Seven

The western storm raged across the sky, promising to drench the soldiers trapped in their trenches. Caleb Williams leaned against the wall scrawling a letter to his fiancée. Next to him, Luc Hawkins sat whittling a stick with his bayonet. The steady scrapping of metal on wood almost omnipresent within the trench due to the