Sons of the cold.

A swing and a grunt splits through the stillness of the frozen sky. Sweat drops amidst the ice and snow. A mans shout of frustration, a time worn echo that bridges the gap of memory. He stands now a great blacksmith of his tribe. A warrior of the highest honor of his clan. A husband, a …

Newbie.

Officer Beckins was on his very first day, of his very first shift this side of Police academy. At the age of nineteen he was pretty anxious to make a great impression, be stern, administer justice, and do a bunch of cool stuff all while looking totally cool in his new uniform. Today his partner was none …

Underneath.

Mikel shivered off the frost building on his coat as he muscled another swing of his pickaxe into the ground. It was a complete black landscape this far down, with the exception of the occasional flame of a cigarette, the spark of metal against a hard rock, and the feeble flashlights built into their helmets. He pushed as hard as he …