ChanceBorn and raised in the wheat of Kansas.Fell in love with the cute city girl.Time flies for the new lovers.Married on the sixth month called JuneFull moon the bane of those that wears the blue.10 hours on the Paseo.Call after call to serve and protect.Early morning 12 pass 4.Texted from his sweetheart pancakes please.Junior just kicked he must be hungry too.The diner open 24 hours on the way."Hello Officer Nelson"cam...

Ambush Each full moon they stream out into the grass. Sixteen men veterans all move under the moon. Not a word spoken, they know the job at hand. Back in camp they call for the copters. Silence is there friend, their savior. In the distance they hear grunts. Lead man smiles and gives a blessing to his forefathers. Three klicks to the water hole,On the south rim they will wait. The full moon danced on the tall grass as the...

I stand on the top of the building where I work watching the congested traffic trying to make its way out of the city after a long hard day’s work. It's Friday, and it seems the entire city has decided to leave at 4pm to get an early start to the weekend. Horns blast and angry voices yell out the open car windows as some try to get that one car further ahead than the others. At the next set of lights the flashing blue and...

Dayna scrambled through the escape pod hatch and into the cool morning air. Standing on the side of the pod, she looked back along the furrow it had scored through the forest when it landed. She slipped down the side of the pod, and when her bare feet hit the ground they sank into the soft, damp soil and she savoured the feeling. It had been so long since she'd been outside and felt dirt beneath her feet or a soft breeze...

The Burning of the Golden Eagles. The Grande Armee on the move. Oh what a mere 6 months would make.  450,000 strong marched to the sound of drums and buglers. Move east men for the empire, for the glory of our Emperor. The folly of men and countries to stand in his way. On we marched. City and towns fell as rain in the summer. Before long we camp on the Nieman. One last white dove did we send. Look men, stand in formation...

Final Goodbye Andy, the junior engineer of the galactic mining ship Gantry, stepped into the engine room and sensed there was something wrong, but he couldn’t place what it was. He shrugged and continued into the bowels of the mining ship to find his boss, Kerrick. Andy gave a huge yawn. He couldn’t understand why he felt so tired. He'd had two hours sleep and should feel revived and wide-awake. Maybe he’d caught a sickne...

Flowers of the South form up boys face to the right for the glory of the South swords glisten in the hot sun drums and battle flags to the front gray lines as far as the eye can see sounds of men praying to their Gods the gray block of men moved up the hill on they came what a sight to behold volley after volley met them but they came on banners waved and faltered my eyes lingered upon the field gone was the gray line poo...

I don’t know what I’ll do when I can’t do the things I love to do. I don’t know what I’ll say to friends when they stop by. Will I have the strength to care and ask, how are you, what’s new? Or will I look away and stare up at the ceiling, or look out the window, then close my eyes, whispering to myself, “perhaps it’s time to die?” Who knows if I’ll see clouds covering the sun, or will I see the sun setting behind the tre...

I have been encouraged by friends to write this. Some friends said it would be good for me and some said it might help others that are in similar circumstances. I’m not sure about either reason, but these are smart people and I trust them. I hope this doesn't upset anyone. I don’t want to cause distress to any of my friends here on Stories Space. I was concerned this might not be appropriate for this site, but I think tha...

Hurt and Pain from the first gasp of oxygen we feel pain as the doctor or mid wife slaps you into this world pulling you from your mother's breast you form the feeling of hurt crawling to stumble to walking you live with both hurt and pain young year scars as you grow to adult some you wear with pride and some the more deep and dark ones you learn to hide going thru life you change and adapt pain comes and goes till that...

Hospice is the rest stop between heaven and earth They care for you for all your worth They are with you in your final days Taking care of you in so many ways. Relieving many burdens, and helping family and friends Consoling them till the end. The care givers are with them thru their pains And they don’t do it for fortune or fame. Finding care at the end of life For a husband, sister, brother, or wife Or a family member w...

Fog had seeped into the empty space just beyond the tree line of the forest, submerging the small house. A thick cloak that even the most skilled of hunters could barely see through. William wasn’t concerned, summer was fading to fall and fog was likely to start appearing more often. He made sure his father took another dose of medicine. These were leaves stir fried so the medicine contained within the plant was released....

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Search the starsFor dreams that are lost.Fly upon the backs of carrion crowsAs they batter their ragged wingsAgainst walls of dead airWith gluttonous envy in their eyes.Lay down your ragged breathUpon the iron earthAs it rusts away in the peat bogsAnd raises the stink ofIdeas in decay.Pluck your visions from theEntrails of sinAn...

(5/28/13) She lost her life while texting that day And never got to finish what she had to say “I will meet” were the last words she said As everyone wondered “what went thru her head”. Was the message more important than her life? She was an only child, a mother, a wife. Because of a “text” family and friends mourn her today. She should have waited to tell them what she had to say. Before “texting and driving” you should...

"So I was walkin' down the street, like after school, and the guy, this kinda meth guy comes runnin' up with this gun. Like a small one, you know. But a gun. And this other guy? He was wearin' a turban on his head, and he looked foreign?" "So what happened then?" "Well, like meth guy he just shoots the turban guy? Like he just shoots him?" "Was there some reason? I mean, were words spoken?" "The meth guy says, fuckin' cam...