On the Eve: 11

Gavin Yulesdale, Infantryman of the Queen’s Army The wind, gently whistling through the trees is but the softest of sounds. Yet tonight, on the eve of this great battle, it is deafening; the only thing that can be heard amidst an army veiled by the silence of anticipation. The skirmishes always seem to transpire in … More On the Eve: 11

On the Eve: 10

Queen Jocasta – Sovereign Ruler of the West Lies. They plague our souls, causing us to act in ways of which we never believed ourselves capable. Yet we often cling to these falsities; desiring the reality we’ve fabricated over the painful truth that is life. Ignorance is bliss, they say. Perhaps there is some validity … More On the Eve: 10

On the Eve: 8

Antony – Commander of Queen Jocasta’s Army I am conflicted. Queen Jocasta has recalled our armies to Clarmont. All of them. Each and every weary, exhausted regiment is to report to this tiny speck of a village in an attempt to regroup and finish what we began. My conflict stems not from my duty to … More On the Eve: 8

The Revolt Returns: 9

“Hey guys! Has anyone seen my jar of annoying whispering wisps?” Approaching the Lenghornian village’s central meeting area, Dustin the Determined asks his co-workers where his pets might be. “Oh yeah, we actually threw them out.” Chris the Comical tells him. “They all died. Did you not feed them?” His quizzical stare slowly fading into … More The Revolt Returns: 9

The Revolt Returns: 8

“Hey, what was the name of that new girl again? You know, the brown haired Lenghornian with the exquisite…personality?” Back in Spam’s newly reconstructed Tower of Management, Will the Wolf ponders the assets of a Lenghornian newcomer with Chilian manservent, Quesadilla. “I know not, my Lord.” Quesadilla replies. “I am but a lowly Chilian. Our … More The Revolt Returns: 8

On the Eve: 3

Antony – Commander of Queen Jocasta’s Army We have taken refuge in Clarmont, the first safe village we crossed following our withdrawal. If one can even call it a village, that is. There is little more than battered huts and peasant farmers here. Far less than what one would deem an ideal location for which … More On the Eve: 3

Love & Loss

Adalasia: First Entry July, 1943. Sicily. A curious thing happened today. It’s amazing how different things are, amidst the bombings and the shells and the shouting. A week ago I was making pies. Prepping soups upstairs in my father’s shop. My days were filled with that of cheer and joy. Now I find myself coddled … More Love & Loss

Dream Always

The last seventeen months of my life have been an absolute whirlwind. Ever since my Mom passed away, I’ve been relentlessly committed to accomplishing my dream of becoming an author. To the point where I’ve honestly questioned my own sanity.  Now, all this time later, I find myself so tantalizingly close to fulfilling that dream … More Dream Always

Love & Loss: 10

They’re coming. We don’t know when, but we know. The Germans are launching a counter offensive. We’ve been expecting this for weeks, as it’s crucial that we maintain control of the supply lines. Sicily is too valuable a target, and we should have known they would defend it to the very last man. Our intelligence … More Love & Loss: 10

Love & Loss: 9

My attempts to join the fray went unheeded. Father said I was crazy for suggesting such a thing. He says the passions of a baker’s daughter aren’t strong enough for war. Adam makes it a point to make sure the bakery is well-guarded and equipped for whatever may come through. Or whoever, I should say. … More Love & Loss: 9

Love & Loss: 6

July, 1943. Sicily. I do not know what to think. I cannot decide what my disposition is to these Germans. We have been taught that they are all evil. That they are all terrible, horrid people who deserve nothing more than the iron fist of American judgment. And yet, I am conflicted. Is it true? … More Love & Loss: 6

Love & Loss: 5

July, 1943. Sicily. He is the greatest man I will ever know. Adam returned today. His first instinct was to barricade the wall, because he knew exactly what artillery strike would be taking place. He came in with that gleaming hair and shimmering smile and told me that he would never let me be harmed. … More Love & Loss: 5

Love & Loss: 3

July, 1943. Sicily. He was here again today. Adam, the handsome soldier from the US 7th. I can still see his blonde hair, the sparkle, shimmering as the setting sun’s light reflects off his golden locks. He came into the shop today and asked for bread. His unit was most hurried, as there seemed to … More Love & Loss: 3

Love & Loss: 2

July, 1943. Sicily. I wonder if Father is proud of me. He always told me I would grow to accomplish great things one day. Yet here I lay, cold and cramped in a cot hardly fit for a prisoner.  When I joined the US 7th, they told us we were undertaking one of the most … More Love & Loss: 2

Love & Loss

July, 1943. Sicily. I hope I see him again. It’s amazing how different things are, amidst the bombings and the shells and the shouting. A week ago I was making pies. Prepping soups upstairs in my father’s shop. My days were filled with that of cheer and joy. Now I find myself coddled in a … More Love & Loss

Good & Evil

Chapter 1 I can’t believe this is actually happening! Well, sort of. Sometimes it feels like I’ve been waiting for ages, but tonight…well, tonight is just filled with excitement! Father says I’m sure to go Right, which makes sense because Mother did too. He told me when she went through the Filing that she was … More Good & Evil