• Aiden was the All American kid in high school. I say that with no sense of irony.

  • Chris Clow commented on the post, compound 5 years, 7 months ago

    It’s maddening how restraining the situation is. Not just the cast, the way it wraps around the leg and drags out every itch and bad odor that part of the body can produce, but the whole deal.

  • Chris Clow commented on the post, european 5 years, 7 months ago

    My first tour in Europe was in England. We were the first wave of Americans, and we built bases for the Army Air Corps, paved landing strips in what used to be a farmers field.

  • Chris Clow commented on the post, border 5 years, 7 months ago

    He took us into the night, and we trusted him. He was smart, clever, and cunning, and he knew where the traps and pitfalls were that blocked our path. We gave him everything we had, our meager fortunes, our trust, our dreams. We forgot one thing, Coyotes are scavengers, they prey on dead things.

  • Chris Clow commented on the post, eastern 5 years, 7 months ago

    I hate going home. I drive for hours with sun slowly dying at my back, occasional glimmers shooting into the mirrors, slashing at my vision.

  • Chris Clow commented on the post, piano 5 years, 8 months ago

    The piano crashed down the stairs, making the most beautiful music she had ever heard for just a moment before scattering ebony and ivory teeth across the stairwell floor.

  • Chris Clow commented on the post, hell 5 years, 8 months ago

    We create our own hell. We are the architects of our most painful suffering. The devil’s a myth, a mirage with cloven hooves and a forked tail, frightful to behold, but ultimately, an illusion concealing the much harsher truth.

  • To put something back together is a difficult feat. It’s much easier to dash the world to the four winds, damn the consequences. Someone else will deal with them.

  • Chris Clow commented on the post, timid 5 years, 9 months ago

    It was no time for fear, no time to shrink away from what must be done. As he stepped into the pass, he cringed for a moment at the anticipation of the crushing pain that awaited him.

  • Chris Clow commented on the post, intent 5 years, 11 months ago

    “I didn’t mean to!” he said. The thought echoed through his mind, repeating ad nauseum as it ricocheted off the walls of his mind.

  • Chris Clow commented on the post, god 5 years, 11 months ago

    For as long as they could remember, they chased the sun. They followed its rise and fall, forever seeking its warmth, its light, its ephemeral power.

  • Chris Clow commented on the post, steady 5 years, 11 months ago

    There’s a reason why they don’t want you shining lasers at low flying aircraft, especially helicopters. The light diffuses from the glass and spreads to fill the cockpit, burning the pilot’s retina.

  • She was gone. She’d be back eventually, which was the best word he could think of to describe the terminus of her three month trip, but until then, he was left with nothing but an empty bed and a mind full of questions and clocks counting down towards “eventually.”

  • Chris Clow commented on the post, pairs 5 years, 12 months ago

    You always work in pairs. You dig your foxhole together. You pair off watches, one guarding the other while he sleeps, and then the favor is returned.

  • Chris Clow commented on the post, wrath 6 years ago

    We pulled up into Qwalia too late to do anything more than survey the devastation. I’d never seen anything like it. The Madhi Militia had rolled through the town, and brought with them fury, hate, and desolation.

  • Chris Clow commented on the post, decompose 6 years ago

    The protest had been swept aside. Blood scabbed over in the gutters, and the air was thick with smell of chaos, the metallic tinge of cordite, the burning scent of tear gas, and the omnipresent rank of fear.

  • Chris Clow commented on the post, coach 6 years ago

    “Keep your head up when you tackle!” he shouted. If there was one point he tried to drive home, it was for the kids to keep their head up when they tackled.

  • Chris Clow commented on the post, alarming 6 years ago

    Why do I keep coming back? I’m the oldest guy here, and even I’ll admit that it’s a little creepy for a thirty-five year old to be bouncing on the dance floor next to the high-school candy kids with fake IDs. The answer is in the first song of the night.

  • Chris Clow commented on the post, antithesis 6 years ago

    You can always get a feel for the guys who will snap under pressure. They’re just a little bit… “off,” you know? We had one of those.

  • Chris Clow commented on the post, homeless 6 years ago

    There were so many things that the kids at school talked about that he didn’t understand. They seemed so… limited. Their homes were constant, unchanging, unyielding things.