Tales, and stories…
What happens when you are supposed to be working on one project, but cannot think, focus, or concentrate? You write some other meaningless piece. This is the product of perhaps too much caffeine, not enough sleep, and an attempt to not be so wasteful of the 30 minutes it took to write……
No one can remember exactly when it all began, but the consensus seems to be about 2 weeks ago. We all know what happened, or at least we all have a theory of what happened. Two weeks ago, a Tuesday evening, just like any other Tuesday that had ever been.…
The air is cold and humid, this early in the morning. We crawl forward inching forward ever so slowly. I can feel the cold of the ground piercing through my uniform into my chest and my legs. The dew has made our suits wet, and some of the fleshing from…
