He wasn't born, he had no parents, no family. He was created. Created by the Centuri Delegates, a secret organization at the heart of the Deag23 government, one of the major rulers in this part of the known Universe. They used technology far beyond what many would even consider possible. He was created for one reason, to fight against the Connexxion in a vicious war that had raged for decades. Deag23, nearing defeat, need...

Polish the armour and sharpen the blades Paint the skies with red shades Beat, bash, and break their puny barricades Bask in heroic accolades Shields raised, swords drawn Powerful cries bring a new dawn Ambition thrums in our hearts, fears withdrawn No second-guessing, all doubts must be gone Stand side by side with your strong soldiers Drums sound, feel the tensity in your shoulders Cleave, lacerate and slash through our...

The Princess Awakened by the midnight thunder A sense of sorrow washes over me No one sees what lies under I only wish to be free I saunter to the castle window My last cry, the final plea My pain is as boundless as the sea I commence my crescendo “Is there anyone out there, Willing to keep me safe and warm Willing to shelter me from the storm Is there anyone, somewhere? One that shields me from malice He who would unbind...

“Halt! Who goes?” “Relax, private. It’s Major Jessop.” “Password – Sir!” “Seriously? You know I’m your CO, right, Private Tyson?” “Yessir, I know – but I still need the password. Sir!” I smiled, “’In England's green and pleasant land,’” I quoted, “And well done, Tyson. I would have skinned you alive if you hadn’t insisted. No one gets past you without the password. Not even General Byng.” I nodded as I walked past, then t...

They lowered Bobby Bishop into St. Petersburg soil on a perfect December afternoon. For Jonathan Wilton, who'd flown from New York for the burial, this was Florida's old winter miracle. But no Florida sunshine cheered Bobby now: lost in Iraq (K.I.A.), aged twenty-eight. No longer in the breeze, steering a sailboat down Pass-a-Grille Channel, or skiing the Vermont hills. No more sunlight or moonlight for Bobby. Christmas w...

The soldier walked along the road in confusion. Carrying his rifle in ready position, he scanned the area as he walked as if he were the point man and his platoon was walking behind him. However, he was alone; there was no platoon following him. With a fogged mind he walked. His combat gear a heavy burden, but he continued walking, walking to somewhere he didn't know. He didn't remember his name or where he had been or wh...

This feeling I had was unreal. It'd been years since I'd last seen Holly Hightower. There'd been many women in many places since then. But now I was falling for this one…hard. * Sensual and seductive, she lay amid the rumpled sheets of the bed where we'd just made love, relaxed and at ease within the golden skin of her petite, perfect body. Not posing, not looking at the camera so much as through it, into the photographer...

Julianne finished loading the large moving truck and pulled the rear door closed. She walked down the rear ramp and glanced up at the only home she had known for the last twenty years. She glanced down the street to the rubble which was the house her first boyfriend and sighed. She allowed the memories of when she was thirteen years old flood her mind and then pushed them away. “What’s taking you so long?” she asked herse...

For all the fallen... But especially for Jer! The warrior cried Tears of fury The angel came down War torn and weary The sound of her voice Soothed his soul She read in his face His darkest goal Weapon in hand Purpose of stride He moved among them He didn't hide Her purpose to Protect the soldier Who in his anger Became a bit bolder Focused his strength Swallowed his pride Prayed for mercy Refused to hide Her wings surrou...

I stand at this window and I wait and watchAs the red sun sets and the temperature drops And my eyes won’t stray from this winding road On which my Love must travel home His journey has carried him a world away To a volatile land where I’ve never been A killing field with angry men And a merciless searing sun Living each day in deafening uncertainty He prays that each sunrise is not his last Paying a debt that he didn’t c...

Every wound heals Leaving you with scars Some big and some small I see you struggling day in day out standing in by lanes of life Unable to soothe your hurts and not letting me heal you, I see you scratching your old healed scabs Making them bleed afresh. I see a weary soldier fighting for his soul, A fight he loses sometimes or wins a minor war. I make you crave dreams, family, and love All hallucination of desert mirage...