Those
in Hiding
The words were bleeding red down the face of the stone statue in front
of the Barracks. A black smoke curled out of the ashes, tainting the sky with
the smell of gunpowder and burnt flesh. Several tankriders and motorcarriers
lay demolished in craters the size of houses. There was no sign of life as Utopia
IV looked around in shocked disbelief
.
by Matthew Crutchfield
Matthew, is a twenty year old who was born and raised in the Midwestern United
States. He is studying a BA in English at Bryan Colledge, Dayton, Tennessee,
having previously studied in Italy and Canada. He has been actively writing
for the last two years; Those in Hiding is his first published work.
