Ill try to put this as simply as I can, measuring the meaning this writing has had to me:
It might decide what the hell Im doing with my life.
Yeah, yeah, thats over dramatic as hell, but for those of you out there who know me- I can get pretty fuckin' over dramatic myself. This is, without a doubt, the longest- in words and in time taken- thing I have ever put into existence, and contains the most original characters, too. So if its good... drop me a line at my e-mail, tiger_clawz@hotmail.com, or my business e-mail, littlesgas@pa.net, and let me know. Even if it sucks, let me know that too, but tell me what part sucks, so I can change it.
One last note... the characters Shea and Rory are borrowed from the ever generous Pip and Tini with permission. All my love for that.
Ahem...
Turk Wars: The Fallen
Some men who should still be alive are dead...
Some men whod be better off dead are alive.
Some paths better not traveled have been walked...
And some that are better traveled have been locked.
Killers, heroes, presidents, children, women, men, bar tenders, corpses...
When all thats left is a final fight, the good guys dont care what you are, what youve done, or if youre breathing
They need all the help they can get...
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Three
In one instant, everything changes. Allies, enemies, and neutrals are suddenly brought
together in one devastating day. Men and women turn up dead, wounded, or missing.
Amid the confusion, the pain, and the loss, the survivors of the event that effected them
all need to find a way to pull together to salvage what remains- and punish those responsible.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7