tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52292822011-07-29T02:34:07.476-07:00DT War Stories<b>Fiction</b> about the US invasion of Iraq in 2003
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Nicholas Alexander
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Ratboy's Anvil
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Nicholashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17113426316236474278noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229282.post-19372299532302666272010-06-26T15:19:00.000-07:002010-06-26T15:19:01.816-07:00they said it was in the water - kept the families small predictable, and replacement human stock growing to maturity. In the first fifty years most were lost as that was the most rick ridden part of living, after 70 or so years of natural life, but after then the person could now live for up to 1400 years before old age would suddenly hit and their end came quickly. education became a highly Nicholashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17113426316236474278noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229282.post-1164257431452561052006-11-22T20:50:00.000-08:002006-11-22T20:50:31.466-08:00them soldiers, they leaving?Down at the village market today, there was a man and he said that the soldiers have been told to pack up and go home soon. No way they are going to stay so we have to act fast, ready for when they are not here. We got keep quiet about the supreme uprising and installation of our rightful leader to the stadiums of power. Now different people want see different Nicholashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17113426316236474278noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229282.post-923369772003-04-09T20:58:00.000-07:002003-04-09T20:58:34.496-07:00
June 18th, 2112
The President said from the White House today that a resurgence of the forbidden book was seen as sedition and that those found guilty of heresy would be confined to the Orb. Already 6% of the population contribute to the Energy Source that replaced prison. The one hit and your energy is ours campaign was cancelled as it was better that nobody knew of the new method of usingNicholashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17113426316236474278noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229282.post-918372972003-04-02T03:41:00.000-08:002003-04-02T03:41:15.093-08:00
in the dark echo room
don't know what it was until you find somewhere to shelter
feeble effort since then to move sitting here, still smell it
passing in and out
what can I remember, my name is Joseph, I am sitting here in the dark, hole in my shoulder
its all to hell out there in the street, whing dang'rs darting about like the air is think with daggers
like flys, big dark ugly blowflys, Nicholashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17113426316236474278noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229282.post-917438022003-03-31T17:04:00.000-08:002003-05-09T14:01:46.000-07:00 The TV Producer
23 June 2005
The soldiers are coming. My instructions were to burn the tapes we played as soon as they were "done". Working with the most famous man in the world was most unpleasant. He lites his cigar and breaths down your neck, get this right, don't get this wrong. Our makeup team had to follow orders like "age me a little for this one" and the subtle change in military Nicholashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17113426316236474278noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229282.post-917436912003-03-31T17:03:00.000-08:002003-05-09T14:01:16.000-07:00 The Soldier
We know a soldier, one of the first ones that came with the nights of fire and rain that followed. We know him well, he is not such a bad person. A bomb went off and took away part of his ear, he can not hear on this side, this side is completely deaf. The man, this soldier, for he is a man, but one that dreams alot. He is not married and he holds a gun, we carry the foods back in Nicholashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17113426316236474278noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229282.post-917435272003-03-31T17:00:00.000-08:002003-05-09T14:00:46.000-07:00 Fiction - Death in the City The missiles outside hit the building and glass went everywhere. The time is at hand. The clock struck two and then it was it by a flying deluge of steel glass and brick. This could be New York. This could be Bagdhad. It makes no difference, the terror is the same. Localised explosions, fire and death. It's "over there" a few blocks away so life will go on here as Nicholashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17113426316236474278noreply@blogger.com