The wind blew eerily through the skeletal trees as they lugged their packs through the empty field. The moon shone hazily amongst thin clouds, casting a milky light on the rocks which lay amongst the grass. Jonathan shivered.

Dale Morton let out a long stream of curses as his old Ford F-150 seemed to choke on its fuel, sputtering to a halt on the old dirt road. He wasn't one to swear, so he gave an apologetic glance to the cross hanging from his rearview mirror as he hefted himself out of his truck to go take...

With each fold into the heavy brown, orange, and red paper, a minute of Jamie Colston's was avenged, though this narrative seemed to be trapped in her own mind. She sat on the floor of her dingy apartment, sick yellow light leering at her through disheveled drapes, making paper turkeys and maple leaves. Her skeletal frame was topped with...

I would like to apologize for any mistakes in my writing - it's dark in here and I have to write this on my phone. I suppose I should give you an idea of where I am, though you may have heard the news already. At 12:23pm today there was a magnitude 6.1 earthquake not far from where I...

As the warm pinkish glow of the sun setting cast a sparkling light on the kaleidoscope of leaves still clinging to their trees in the last throes of life, a family's laughter could be heard from within a small, wooden cottage, bereft of any grandeur save its enviable location. The people within were likewise without renown. Two brothers, normally...

There was pain in his eyes as he descended the mountain, so sharply divergent from his ecclesiastical presuppositions that his hurt was shared by all who looked on him. The crowd had gathered. For fifteen weeks they sat under the grim peak which pierced the steely clouds and waited for him, the herd thinning as time marched on and the...

He caressed the piano so lovingly that it may have forgotten the years of neglect it had suffered from him, but the memories proved deeper than forgiveness. Though his touch was tender, it fell on keys out of tune and yellowed, and while he breathed softly so as to not perturb it, dust still flew off on every exhale....

The snow melted off of my parka as I walked deliberately into the Market Basket, anxious from the tinny voices on my car's radio telling me about the impending storm. Procrastination seemed to be a dragon which I could not slay. News of the "once in a lifetime superstorm" had been capturing headlines for a week, and yet my...

It was only as she noticed the wet tickling of the grass against her feet that she remembered what her father said of the stars under which she walked: "Look at 'em," his gruff voice echoed in her head, "They're like diamonds up there... like snowflakes. All unique, but so small that they look the same from here." Her snarky...

Disclaimer: Though the Mahabharata is generally seen as myth, there are some who believe it to be history. I therefor do not pledge complete historical accuracy, as much of it is conjecture and proof of the great war is scant, if present. Take this simply as my rendition of the myth, with dialogues created by me or interpreted from a...