[caleb]

Sydney Caleb At some stage between the first news break and the final fade to black the days and the nights blur seamlessly into one. A wall of monitors glows persistently and racks upon racks of equipment, computers and consoles hum in concerto, a rhythmic,...

Sydney Caleb The sweat was cascading off of this bastard; he was heaving, his breathing laboured and I just wished the bastard would stop. I wished the bastard would just go down, he’d taken enough hits and so had I. There was no doubt about it that this...

Sydney Caleb The heavy footsteps of Annie Wilkes plod down the hallway, leaving an air of distrust in her wake. My door is closed yet the offensive sentiment she drags behind her still manages to creep its way under my door, antagonising my core. I regard...

Sydney Caleb If there was ever a time when I wished I could be somewhere else, be someone else even, now was surely it. What am I doing here? The crunch of my footsteps seem to signal my position as loud and clear as the thump of my heartbeat, each beat...