Fall 2020

Grant Matthews was sitting on a stump in the woods, alone, eating a PB&J sandwich. He had eaten off the top…

The bullet from a small caliber but high velocity cartridge splintered the door sill beside my head, and I ducked back…

There really are no mental preparations you can make for being buried alive. In truth, I should have expected it. There…

Windham township, with a population of eight hundred and ten white souls, was nestled uncomfortably deep within the Endless Mountains, and…

It was not yet midday, and Reuben James had spent most of the morning running his trap lines, as he did…

Lorne was tired. He had experienced enough of war. He had seen enough devastation, and he had witnessed enough death for…

“All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others.” – George Orwell, Animal Farm It was a trying year…

Chapter 3 “The difficulty in dealing with a maze or labyrinth lies not so much in navigating the convolutions to find…