Heros Aren't Made...
"Come on, over here . . . 2, 1, and . . ." Click. The camera shutter clicked, capturing on film an image of the assembled, grinning furs of the third platoon, A company, 7-11 Infantry, Mechanized. They smiled as they posed, laughing among...
I'nabri
Staring again at the gun, gripped with the almost casual air of an expert, in the bloody gloved hand of the Sandwich Artist, he tried to remain calm. He couldnt remember when or where he heard the quaint phrase, Panicking never helps any situation, but...
Inabri (Extended English Class Edition)
Staring again at the gun, gripped with the almost casual air of an expert, in the bloody gloved hand of the "Sandwich Artist", he tried to remain calm. He couldn't remember when or where he heard the quaint phrase, "Panicking never helps any...
Soul of Ice
The hot sun beats down around them, warming the day past comfortable. The grey wolf lies inside his concealed blind, ignoring the sleek red form of his spotter and waiting for the time that would let him finish his job. They had been waiting there...