The night woke. The shadows broke. The chill in the air was defining. Their breaths crystalized in the sharp cold, like little clouds of smoke. Darkness was accentuated by the halo of pitch black that surrounded tangible shapes and objects. Silence was broken by the snarl of an engine and the hushed purr of helicopter blades as they tickled the sky. Pellets of sweat beaded and nearly-instantly froze in the -33 degree weather. The wink of crimson dots, nearly snuffed by the night, glittered like warning lights.
Every inch of bare skin was protected from the stinget, raw winter, buried under layer upon layer of black garb and gear. No flag, no
Hazy light filtered over the trees, yellow at the base, white on the edges, dark blue on the fringes of last night. Gentle breezes wafted across open pastures, swaying treetops, and teasing the mind with scents of smoky wind.
Standing with feet firmly planted on the hard caked clay, a figure watches the rolling wheat fields dancing in the early sunrise. Nothing but nature moved, nothing but nature sang or spoke or breathed, as if nothing but nature needed permission to do so. Running a hand through his bleached-auborn hair, he sighed and inhaled deeply, letting the vapors fill the crevices of his lungs. He knew every groove on his ciga
Razor-sharp grains of sand surge from hell to heaven in an infinite rage, turning the city of Al Qasr from its beautiful turquoise pools and shimmering skyscrapers to the pit of darkness, as the sun is wiped from existence in the fury of a powerful sandstorm. Within minutes, the road, the sidewalks, the buildings, the trees—everything is coated with a thick layer of yellow and orange sand, and the sky tints to a dark puke-yellow color. Skyscrapers, the mosque, a school, and the open squares disappear in the chaos, temporarily lost like Atlantis, in rolling waves of a bleak mirk.
Tied to a post somewhere beyond the buildings, out on th
Picturesque. That's what her mom had called it. A picturesque neighborhood. And, until recently, it was. Bright blue skies rested on lush green grass. Rows of cottage-style houses lined perfectly maintained streets and culdesacs. A row of pine trees sheltered the east hilltop with shade from the mid-day sun, and the gracious American flag would be fluttering proudly from nearly every porch, in a light spring breeze. A woman walked to the playground that was in the center of the development, pushing a stroller slowly. Any other day, the sounds of children playing would be reverberating through the neighborhood. There would be laughter and che
Old oak trees with summer-baked leaves swayed in a heavy breeze near the tips of their branches, remaining dead still at their trunks where the heat was nearly suffocating. Dry, light brown clay caked the ground and layers of dirt and dust crusted on anything unfortunate enough to be within its reach. Where the sun reached to kiss the earth, nothing green lived for long—you could tell where stationary shadows were because that's where the vegetation survived.
Desert-tan combat boots scuffed with many days and many miles of walking sheltered weary feet. Brimmed baseball caps, black tactical sunglasses, and shemaghs protected sunburned
Rolling dark clouds threatening rain or snow hang low over the streets, adding to the ominous heavy air. Flickers of light reflect off of icy puddles as street lamps begin to come alive. Evening is approaching--and with it, the chill of night--but it remains just beyond the shadows on the outskirts of town. Pale sunlight still reflects eerily off of buildings and cars, casting everything in a light glow.
The crowd and mass of bodies had been marching some already, but had stopped for the moment, swirling around a center focal point, not quite in sync but not quite chaotic either. Faces remain hidden behind masks and scarves, bodies shiverin
In the dark chilly night, moving with a speed and silent accuracy of ghosts, seven men swiftly creep up on unsuspecting patrols and take them out. One with a swift sweep of a blade to an artery, another with a quick snap of the neck, and third with a silent stab of a combat knife through the back of the guy’s neck. All seven wearing all-black tactical uniforms, no flags, but all American private security personnel and all former military personnel.
27 guards taken down without a single alarm going off, all in 15 mins, and the base left completely unaware of the strangers lurking in the shadows.
It’d rained recently, with puddles
I used to think I was "the shit" when it came to writing and art. Since then I've come to understand I'm just your average artist--still with a lot to learn and certainly not an expert at any of this. There's a tremendous amount of talented artists on this website, ranging in ages from the very young to the very old. I graduated from my first college in 2014 with an AA degree in Graphic Design and while I was okay, I just didn't have the interest or the passion in following that into a career. There's hundreds of thousands of people in the US who have much more talent than I do in that field, and I knew that I had a different calling, althoug
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