by DMcGirr | Nov 14, 2016 | Nanowrimo, Short Story, Writing
One. Two. Three. Four. They sang their cadence as they marched. The snow remained deep, but the air was warmer in the days now. Or at least it chilled the bones less. They had been outside the city for three days now, marching to some towns that were supposed to lead...
by DMcGirr | Nov 11, 2016 | Nanowrimo, Short Story, Writing
A colossal crack deafened several men, and outright killed two others. Grenades were flying and bullets zipped past ears close enough to sound like lead wasps. There was an immense firefight, as bodies charged hard held lines, and fell flat on their faces. Taking any...
by DMcGirr | Nov 4, 2016 | Nanowrimo, Writing
Patton picked at the small pieces of ice that were beginning to form on his moustache as he stood above the ice breaking prow of the canal boat. The canal listed slightly from left to right as Lawrence moved his massive body along the length of the boat. Lawrence...
