Fiction
- Written by: Jose A Rosa
- Category: Fiction
LINCOLN, NEBRASKA (IFZ) In what an interviewed neighbor described as ”a hail of gunfire”, Bill Hedge, a prominent local resident, was killed in his home. In that Lincoln, Nebraska ”explosive horror”, as another neighbor recounted it, his wife barely survived her injuries. The couple’s six-year-old child did not. Six other men were also shot, four of them fatally. Tragically, a responding Sheriff’s deputy also succumbed to his wounds, despite “heroic efforts to save him,” as stated by ER head nurse, Barbara Adams.
According to Mrs. Hedge, loud banging from the front door had awakened them at approximately three in the morning. Upon opening her phone’s ring camera app, confirmed by the security system’s cloud recording, two masked men, carrying assault style weapons, stood by the door, with one of them also wielding a hand-held battering ram.
Mr. Hedge, a respected architect and Second Amendment proponent, kissed his wife lightly on the cheek, she recalled from her hospital room in tears. She described how he had whispered for her to call 911, before jumping barefoot to their weapons locker, entering the code and yanking out his registered AR-15.
- Written by: Bent Lorentzen
- Category: Fiction
DRAGONSLAYER
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Witchery Justice
She stole into the dark forest, crying as she went, and did not heed the gathering gloom of dusk. Soon, she had gone so deep into the woods that thorns reached out to her like the claws of that legendary dragon her father was said to have slain, shortly after her birth when it had devoured her mother. Ragged, weary, and bloodied, she settled upon a rocky outcropping from which nothing grew, and the emerging stars began to twinkle through a rosy sunset. She barely took note of the rising full moon that set some of the huge spreading oaks and tall pines encircling the clearing into dark relief.
She sat upon a still-warm stone and pulled her knees to her breasts, and began to cry again. From out of a dark cave unseen to her, the many eyes of a creature gazed upon the long, dark, leaf-tangled mess of hair that draped over the beautiful girl. Awful memories just out of thought licked at his mind as he silently watched her sob far into the night. He never once blinked, even if he could, daring not to lose a single moment of her beauty, phantom-like though it was in the deepening cold of starlight, and the moon, now high.
- Written by: Bent Lorentzen
- Category: Fiction
This story is fiction and is not intended to represent any reality other than empowering creativity, embedded loosely in Cherokee mythology, in the face of evil. A 2001 version of the story earned a 3rd prize award from the International Ground Zero literature contest in 2002. Every few years I tend to update/edit it a bit around September 11. This is the first revision since Obama's POTUS tenure.
- Written by: Infected Blood Comics
- Category: Fiction
Back to isolation...
- Written by: Infected Blood Comics
- Category: Fiction
With this dramatic page, Infected Blood goes on an indefinite hiatus.
During the pandemic, I tried really hard to keep up with this comic, but I didn't make it for several reasons, the most important one being having caught COVID-19 in January 2020. Although I am relatively young and very healthy, it hit hard, leaving me with no sense of smell for 7 months, reducing my breathing capacity for 10 months, and affecting my brain (giving me sudden bouts of anger, followed by bouts of apathy) for 4 months. Now I am doing much better, although it is still affecting my sleep - I wake up at least twice at night and I mostly have either nightmares or very agitated dreams.
- Written by: Infected Blood Comics
- Category: Fiction
With a debt like that, will Alex ever leave prison?
- Written by: Infected Blood Comics
- Category: Fiction
Lots of secrets.
- Written by: Infected Blood Comics
- Category: Fiction
Alex seeks the truth.
- Written by: Infected Blood Comics
- Category: Fiction
Something is seriously off.
- Written by: Infected Blood Comics
- Category: Fiction
Alex is starting to understand that knowledge is power.
