Kale Sinclair

Joined May 2021

298 stories

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Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner

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Dragon Tree
Sicily | 1943 Her molars ached from the decadent layers of chocolate, hazelnut, and caramel. Unraveling her third napkin, she used the soft, white cloth to wipe away the excess sugar from her lips. Washing down the croissant with a cappuccino, and a tall glass of ice water, she paid for two more croissants and two cappuccinos to go, then exited the American occupied cafe.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Drex Nile
An extremely long time ago, in a galaxy tremendously far away from ours... Fifteen years ago, while Drex was a young, thieving pilot, desperately trying to make a living for himself on the planetary city-system of Coruscant, he found his hands soaked in blood.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Road Rage | Pars Duo
Lunging with every ounce of strength she could conjure, Rosalie hastily retrieved her brother from the overturned death trap. She tolled him onto his back and immediately checked for a pulse. Moments ago he had let out a faint moan and twitch, but he had fallen silent again. Thankfully she was able to locate a pulse. It was faint, and slow, but it was there.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Misplaced
Boston The air around me was hot, and sticky. I tried to wiggle free, but I only managed to wedge myself deeper. My lower half was twisted around peanut butter coated molars, my midsection was punctured by two, large canines, while the rest of my body hung from her drooling jowls. There was no escape.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Fiat, and The Grenade
Sicily | 1943 Corrado smirked, then disappeared back into the belly of the concealed bed. Rosalie re-tied the knot to the tarp, then climbed into the passenger seat. The partition had partially closed during the hectic stop, so she used her fingers to fully open it. Corrado’s head was directly on the other side, getting as close as humanly possible. This made her giggle, adding a little comfort to the rumbling sound of an accelerating engine.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Road Rage
Sicily | 1943 Ulrich placed the Italian rifle, with a sixty-millimeter anti-tank attachment, down onto a thin pile of leaves, then swiftly hurdled himself over the highway’s guardrail. Nadine did the same with her rifle, and followed Ulrich with a similar vile grin, slicing her six-inch dagger through the air as if she was sharpening the blade with the wind. Ulrich yanked his Luger from his waistband, and together in stride, closed in on the burning supply truck.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Fiat, and The Grenade
“He’s gone!” Garret screamed, as bullets continued to rain down upon them, “We need to move. Get inside the bed of the supply truck, now.”
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Saber Tooth
The snowfall was increasing, and the distance of clear visibility was rapidly diminishing. Ellie was anxious, whining to be off leash so she could frolic in the snow, but I saw the coyotes before she did which forced me to immediately increase the tension on her leash.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Freckled Nose
Snow continued to fall. Blanketing the dried blood in a sheen of white ice. “He’s gone!” Garret screamed, as bullets continued to rain down upon them, “We need to move. Get inside the bed of the supply truck, now.”
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Perfect Stick
Ellie pounced first. The puppy stand-off was rounding its third dramatic minute, and Ellie couldn’t take anymore suspense. Lunging low, Ellie was able to scoop the three foot tree branch from the snow, kicking up excess chunks of soft ice in Lucy’s face as she happily hopped in the opposite direction. Lucy instantly felt disrespected, so she acted on instinct and chased after Ellie until she was able to get her incisors securely latched onto the opposite end of the icey branch.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Salve Verba
Sicily | 1943 “Parole…what? What the hell does that mean? And what do you mean by, your song?” Garret’s questions were firing at random as he tried to simmer the flames of his growing concern and ignorant curiosity.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Engagement
Port of Venice The cruise ship was the largest sea vessel I had ever seen in my entire thirty-two years of life on this planet. The Norwegian behemoth was docked at Isola Nuova, Venice’s main cruise port. Registering at just over one-thousand feet in length, and peaking at one hundred and thirty-three feet in height, the fifteen deck masterpiece truly took my breath away. In that sublime moment in time, I tried to mentally prepare myself for the twelve day Mediterranean cruise my girlfriend, Emily, and I were about to embark on in celebration of her thirtieth birthday, while simultaneously trying to conceal the engagement ring burning a hole in my backpack. This was also the first cruise ship I had ever been on, so naturally my nerves were rattling out of control. The encroaching storm wasn’t helping my anxiety either.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Chapters