Grapple
Isaac stared down the gunman, his veins ablaze with adrenaline. He refused to acknowledge the weapon pointed at his chest. No matter how afraid…
Read MoreIsaac stared down the gunman, his veins ablaze with adrenaline. He refused to acknowledge the weapon pointed at his chest. No matter how afraid…
Read MoreThe knot had to be perfect. It wasn’t about anyone else’s opinion, only his own. Nobody else would have noticed or cared, he knew…
Read MoreThe scent of history clung to the air. A fragrance of musty pages, oiled mahogany, and weathered stone. Murals adorned ceilings high above the…
Read MoreOil lamps burned throughout the room, contributing as much haze from their smoke as they did light from their wicks. Ventilation wasn’t even a…
Read MoreIsaac always knew his own mortality could be the cost of reaching the goals he had for his nation, but he wasn’t prepared to…
Read MoreThe salty taste of blood coated his mouth. He was certain he had opened his eyes, but the inky blackness of wherever he was…
Read MoreDrab grey cement, covered in graffiti, amplified the staccato of her heels to Tommy Gun decibels. Echoes of each report rolled through the urban…
Read MoreAnna looked behind her in the rearview mirror, but they had already vanished into the house. She could recall all of her previous leavings…
Read MoreMaples and pines veiled the mountain. Reds, yellows, and oranges delineated the transition of creation. A vibrant tribute to summer’s acquiescence. The crisp air…
Read More