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A Post-Apocalyptic Christmas Travesty

A Post-Apocalyptic Christmas Travesty

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A Post-Apocalyptic Christmas Travesty or Never Trust A Mutated Red Deer by E. L. Ball One What was once Namur, Belgium, sometime after the 3rd Great War— Something within the pile of rags began to stir. A grease-stained hand emerged and cracked, filthy nails scratched against the concrete floor. Like a phantom rising from the grave, the rags shifted and rose until they revealed themselves to be the attire of a man desperately clinging to warmth. He began to rub…

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Nikolaas’ Gift

Nikolaas’ Gift

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Nikolaas’ Gift New Netherland Colony December 5, 1695– Nikolaas was a good boy, neither mischievous nor unruly, yet, tonight he was in a restless mood. At nine years of age, his thoughts should have been filled with the wonders of innocence, not the strange dreams that danced through his weary head. Tossing and turning beneath his blankets until his nightshirt seemed a thing of binding torture, the young boy bolted upright in bed in an attempt to free himself from…

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The Trail to Abilene

The Trail to Abilene

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The Trail to Abilene Texas-1878 “Here comes the boss now.” “This’ll probably upset him a might.” “Upset him? Tarnation, boy! Ole Matt sees this and he’ll be hotter than a cat-house on nickel night.” “What have we got?” the newcomer asked as he reigned in his gray dun and dismounted. Matt Wilson had been driving cattle across Texas for the better part of a decade. Aside from the rigors of the trail, he had fought Indians, Mexicans, and rustlers, all…

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The Confession

The Confession

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The Confession (This story is dedicated to the men of faith who have also served.) I think I shall probably die with blood-stained hands. This is not a metaphorical statement, but on observation of fact. Were I at home, such a comment would seem preposterous; being a chaplain assigned to the Pacific Theater, however, makes such possibilities all too real. I prefer to hear a man’s confession before the bullets start flying. His thoughts are more concise and it is…

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