Infamy – Part 5

Adolf stood over the map of Europe, alone in his personal War Room. He had cleared the room mere moments ago; upon hearing the news the F.D. Roosevelt had declared war on Japan. The declaration came shortly after Pearl Harbor, a military base in a water-bound state belonging to America. The attack had been barbaric, even for him.

The war had gone as planned. The British and their allies, rallying behind this Winston fellow, had made several attempts at advancing, but had not held a victory over Adolf’s troops. Even along the eastern front, the Russians had not been able to route the superior SS driver forces. Adolf allowed himself a smile. He had done well; at least, until now. Continue reading “Infamy – Part 5”

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Infamy – Part 2


It was late November in 1941, out of the Pacific ocean as Commander Fuchida watched his men board their planes. He stood aboard the Akagi, Japan’s greatest carrier, watching the A6M-0 fighters move into place. He breathed a sigh of disappointment, because he knew he would never see these planes again. Continue reading “Infamy – Part 2”

Infamy – Part 1

Signature

The messenger ran into the room, slowing as he approached the table which was surrounded by high ranking officers. With a salute, he handed a crisp, white envelope to a young officer, recently promoted First Officer Sakamaki. As the messenger turned to leave, Sakamaki tore the envelope open, and glanced at it’s contents. With a frown, he stepped up to the table and handed the piece of paper to his superior, Admiral Kusaka.

Kusaka immediately stopped in midsentence. The letterhead was familiar to him, and caused the man who never showed fear to his subordinates to waiver. Continue reading “Infamy – Part 1”

Infamy – Prologue

The clock struck three; it was now January 1, 1933. Around the room, several people stirred. Of course, some of them had been dozing, too tired to be patient. One gentleman, in a blue suit with a bushy white mustache, grumbled and tried to settle himself back to sleep. Those who had not slipped into slumber wished they had, but did their best to stay awake and attentive.

The Author, the head of their organization, was late. Well, he would never say he was late. He would rather say that he chose to show up when he was able, and the will of the group should not run in contrast with his own. None dared challenge him on this. In this organization, the Order, the Author was the man with the power, the plan, and the judgement. To disobey him…

Suddenly, the doors at the end of room flew back on its hinges, slamming into the supporting walls. All the paintings rattled, just as did the occupants of the room. They all turned to see who stood at the door; even those who had just been returning to slumber were on their feet and attentive. Standing where the doors once were, was a man, or a giant. Continue reading “Infamy – Prologue”

Beneath The Surface, Part Three

(Be sure to read Parts One and Two before you read this.)

“Monsters? Really Grandpa?”

The cancer had gotten the better of him. There was no way that the US government was spending billions upon billions of dollars trying to flee to the stars because they were scared of monsters in the sea. These were clearly the delusions of a man suffering from an inoperable brain tumor. Continue reading “Beneath The Surface, Part Three”

Beneath The Surface, Part Two

(Make sure you read Part One before you read this.)

“What was under the surface Grandpa?”

“Do we have any chips? I need some potato chips.”

I slumped back. Great, I thought to myself. His train of thought had jumped from one track to another, without skipping a beat. Thanks cancer. Grandpa says something interesting and now I may never figure out what he was talking about. Continue reading “Beneath The Surface, Part Two”

Beneath The Surface, Part One

“Why isn’t NASA or some other exploration organization exploring the oceans?”

“Grandpa, you need to stop it with your conspiracies.”

“They are not conspiracies. And if you would listen for half a second, you might actually learn something.”

I was tired of this. Grandpa was losing his mind. Conspiracy theories were just the latest episode in his battle with brain cancer. The cancer had started eating away at the memory portion of his brain, then began releasing chemicals and toxins into others. The doctors said that this was why he suddenly went off the deep end. Continue reading “Beneath The Surface, Part One”