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Two Days Until Work
Friday Afternoon I anxiously waited for my loved one to come home from his long day of work. Truth be told, I was not looking forward to this moment of the day, or more precisely, this moment of the week. Today was Friday, and we were to spend the weekend together.
By Eve F. R. Kirchner2 years ago in Fiction
Realm of Vengeful Souls
The rain stopped not too long ago. The roads were soaked and muddy. Despite being midday, the sky was grey, and barely any light came through the clouds. A thick fog still reigned over the surroundings, making the environment humid. It was the type of humidity that chilled to the bone.
By Eve F. R. Kirchner2 years ago in Fiction
The City Ripper
Introduction For the last two years, the city of Chicago has been the theater of a series of grisly murders. While they acknowledge this specific wave of violence, police say the murders are not connected in any way. Additional evidence brought up by a handful of journalists appears to tell a whole different story. The chief inspector has scheduled a press conference on Tuesday morning to clarify things regarding these murders.
By Eve F. R. Kirchner2 years ago in Fiction
The Fortress
The freight elevator stopped at B1. From there, the small group I was part of got out and went down a corridor. Everything was still concrete all around me: walls, ceiling, flooring. The cool blue lighting was provided by the usual neon lights. We eventually reached some metal doors. The group leader put his left hand above an illuminated platform located on its left. The red light turned green. The doors opened and we moved on into the next section. The doors closed themselves.
By Eve F. R. Kirchner2 years ago in Fiction
The Fortress
B17. This was home. Yet, I had no idea where I was going. The guards moved out of the freight elevator first and then ordered us to follow them. There were no threats of shooting us, this time. Everyone looked tired from the ride down. We got off the elevator, and one of the guards spoke with another guard as they looked over details on an industrial tablet. PDAs had come a long way. While we all waited, everyone took the opportunity to look around.
By Eve F. R. Kirchner2 years ago in Fiction
The Fortress
According to 50 USCS § 2204 [Title 50. War and National Defense; Chapter 39. Spoils of War], enemy of the United States means any country, government, group, or person that has been engaged in hostilities, whether or not lawfully authorized, with the United States; (3) the term “person” means (A) any natural person; (B) any corporation, partnership, or other legal entity; and (C)any organization, association, or group. Source: uslegal.com
By Eve F. R. Kirchner2 years ago in Fiction
The Fortress
"Move, bitches! Or we will shoot," is all the guards kept repeating, again. It was starting to get old. We moved out of the implantation room and went through a small dark corridor. We walked for a few minutes, and we eventually reached a service counter area, where we were told each to pick up one of those bedding kits that were handed over to us.
By Eve F. R. Kirchner2 years ago in Fiction
The Fortress
"Move, bitches! Or we will shoot," is all the guards kept repeating while waiving their rifles at us. We, the orange suits, were moving out of the room very slowly, with the assistance of the black suits. The blue suits, however, were standing on the sidelines. I noticed the blue suits wore a red cross on their shoulders. Maybe they were part of the medical staff. I had no idea what the black suits were for.
By Eve F. R. Kirchner2 years ago in Fiction
150 Years
I have now completed my 123rd out of my 150 years sentence for killing someone. My victim was evil, and I took it upon myself to execute them. Taking a human life is never easy. I used to be a soldier, and I have killed a lot of people because I followed orders coming from the seat of power, high above my rank. Even then, it was not an easy act. The expression "kill or be killed," is a load of bullshit. No one really wants to kill, no one really wants to die.
By Eve F. R. Kirchner2 years ago in Fiction