I Want to Ride My Bike

Date: 15 July, 2009  |  Posted By: WarlordSean  |  Category: Story: Frozen Red  |  Comments Off

There was a burnt out house at the bottom of the hill that I had scavenged about a month earlier, the garage was still in decent shape and I knew I would be able to stash my new set of wheels there safely, and that’s where they stayed untouched for almost 3 months while I was away. Read more…

Feeding The Animals

Date: 07 July, 2009  |  Posted By: WarlordSean  |  Category: Story: Frozen Red  |  Comments Off

I wondered if I’d even hear the bang, or if I’d get to see the bullet graze the hood making one of those fun little sparks you see in the movie, *ping!*, or if I’d be granted any special cinematic events as the lead entered my chest like a child’s finger into a cake, crimson frosting spraying out the hole first before moments later being coughed up as my face settles into the pavement. Read more…

The Sight of Blood

Date: 28 May, 2009  |  Posted By: WarlordSean  |  Category: Story: Frozen Red  |  Comments Off

Maybe it was his first kill, I doubted it, not with a jaw like that, a lumber jack/assassin in is off time for sure, maybe he had just seen too much, hadn’t seen all the world’s brutalities on the internet, hadn’t spent 2 decades leading up to this mess being desensitized, that seemed more logical, not everyone had the kind of free time I did, and then he started vomiting blood. Read more…

Cookies and Milk or Cement Shoes?

Date: 18 May, 2009  |  Posted By: WarlordSean  |  Category: Story: Frozen Red  |  Comments Off

The moan came from an older gentleman as he rounded the side of the house. I was facing back the direction I had come from and he was coming from the direction I was headed, had the car not forced me up the tree he may have spotted me running up the street and called the police, or worse, try to lure me into his basement for popsicles. Read more…

Mystery Van Brings Mystery Meat?

Date: 11 May, 2009  |  Posted By: WarlordSean  |  Category: Story: Frozen Red  |  Comments Off

Transporting what I had a feeling this van was transporting was illegal, at least it WAS illegal, “when law was law!” said in one of those mighty movie voices. I had a cop car but I hardly represented the law, I represent self preservation, and possibly some position of government, purely by process of elimination to the line of succession. Read more…

In the beginning.. well actually somewhere in the middle..

Date: 04 May, 2009  |  Posted By: WarlordSean  |  Category: Story: Frozen Red  |  Comments: 2

I want to tell you a story.

This story starts with a road, or more importantly a vehicle on a road. The road was long and open, as it had been for some time. I should have been able to spot any vehicle traveling it for at least 10 miles in either direction, the absolute silence from that land between the great hills made a pin drop at any point sound like a bull horn at any other point in that semi great basin, some exaggeration may be present. The black van that sat 100 yards in front of my police cruiser had made it here without alerting my eyeballs or my earholes Read more…