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By Christopher Mitchell “C’mon!” Darren whispered, “hurry up before someone sees us!” He held the factory window open for Shawn and Devon, keeping his eyes open for nosy bystanders. Their friend Tommy’s dad was on guard shift tonight. That meant Tommy’s dad would be too drunk to catch them, even if they were seen. But…
By Christopher Mitchell Pick kept his ears open and his eyes in the stars as Booker plodded toward the lights on the side of the mountain. Mattock walked beside Cripple, giving the horse an opportunity to rest its back from carrying his heavy Irish ass. He whistled softly, arm draped over the nape of his…
Written by: Christopher Mitchell This is a true story…. Have you ever seen what happens when a 19-year-old child is given a 90-day prescription of Adderall? Gather around, kids, it’s story time… So, no shit, there I was, slumming it up as a “Drill Sergeant” in Fort Sam Houston, TX. My “job” was to keep…
By Christopher Mitchell Chapter One Pick rode under a violet sky, unaware of the rest of the world around him. His horse, Booker, plodded slowly up the Arizona basin, much less enthusiastic about how the pinks melded with deep oranges as his riding partner was. But the view was majestic, nonetheless. And as Father Sun finally bowed its head…
By Christopher Mitchell Part Two Her name had been Bright Moon, and Broken Spear had loved her all his life. Her father had protested the loss of his only daughter to the hunter’s persistent determination, but he was hers and she was his, and Broken Spear could not…would not…be assuaged of this fact. Twin-River eventually…
By Christopher Mitchell The next few weeks passed in sunrise after sunset. Oliver tended the fields, getting them ready for planting, while Penelope walked alongside him or sat in a chair when he had to work the forge. She read to him every day. And as their habits became intertwined, they began to work in…
By Christopher Mitchell “Me?” Penelope asked, letting the question hang heavy in the air between them. Oliver leaned against the door frame and thought carefully on the right words to say. “I think,” He started, speaking slowly to give himself time to process each word for impact, “I was meant to build it…because I knew…
Chapter Two: The Diner “Hey, Ollie!” John Haversham said, raising his arm in salutation. John and Tabitha Haversham ran the local market in town and had been calling Oliver “Ollie” since birth. John’s smile was warm and paternal, sitting directly below a semi-bulbous nose that had seen over six decades of snow and heat and…
By Christopher Mitchell The sky was on fire. From above, as the planet erupted in a ball of bright blue flame, war raged in the aether. Fleet Destroyers painted the black void with yellow-orange tongues of light, exploding silently as the vacuum consumed them. The expanding ball of flame flashed vividly against the backdrop of…
By Christopher Mitchell It was his fourteenth meeting, and Alex Macombe had yet to speak. It was a survivor’s group, one where they shared their feelings and cried and sang kumbaya and hugged out their sadness. Alex couldn’t understand how they did it—couldn’t fathom how it was so easy for them to speak of their…