A woman knelt by a wounded biker in the dust, tilting her canteen to his split lips. Breathe, she whispered, his vest…
Picture this. I’m standing in my backyard. The morning sun barely peeking through the Charlotte pines. And my 10-year-old daughter, Lily, is…
My stepmother makes me work a lot. I, a little girl, goes to the police station and says, “Hello, everyone. Enjoy these…
They said the highway past Dust River was haunted, not by ghosts, but by silence. The kind that carries pain, not wind.…
Will you be my dad for one day? The words hung in the air of the Iron Stallion Clubhouse like a grenade…
The sound of shattering glass pierced the hum of lunchtime chatter. The diner froze. A wine bottle rolled across the black and…
I never imagined that something as innocent as a school parade would become the beginning of a nightmare. I still remember the…
The bus depot lights buzzed like tired bees. A girl with a paper wristband and a cracked plastic rabbit stared at the…
They found her kneeling in the dust behind gym theater, wrists bleeding, mouth gagged with a strip of torn lace. The noon…