My Writings

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My short stories:

You can download my Cyber Soldiers Ebook here I wrote it back in 2011, it is 3 short stories.

Dark Ways

Excerpt:

I made my way to the 7/11 to pick up some Budweiser for myself, it was a 10min walk from the apartment, it didn’t take long to walk. As I approached the store there was a LAPD car outside it, I walked inside and a police officer was chatting to the cashier, yeah they robbed the bank he said, and killed one of the guards, well find them sooner or later he said they will make a mistake and we will have them. I went to the cooler and took out some beer, then went to the cashier can I have 20 Marlboro please the red ones, the officer said hello to me your not from around here are you he said, no I’m here visiting my fiancée and some friends, where you from he said, I’m from Ireland, oh what a nice place he said, yeah it is I said, well have a good day he said, I paid for my beer then left the store making my way back to the apartment.

The Code of Silence

Excerpt:

Two weeks later Stream Technologies had been born, Martin had been glad that everything was
starting to run smoothly the company had been started all the checks that where carried out had
come back positive, he had even been told by his manager that he himself would be going to
Virginia for several months so he could keep an eye on the new company and become involved
with meetings that Osamin and the usa government had planned to show off there new
technology.

Duty Calls

Excerpt:

Sean was standing outside the army recruitment office, he had always wanted to be a soldier
even from a small age. Most of his friends had joined the army, and had been sent to IRAQ. As
he waited outside he took some cigarettes from his coat pocket, he took one from the box and lit
it. Just then the door opened and out walked an officer, he told Sean to come inside after he had
had his smoke. As Sean inhaled on his cigarette, he looked at the posters on the window beside
him, “Uncle Sam needs you” one of them said, the other poster showed the grim reaper with the
saying “Join the Elite, fight in IRAQ”.