Western Montana, 1863 Elliott’s eyes crossed a bit as the barrel of Clara’s Volcanic pistol settled between his eyes. They were both...

The teenage boy stood in awe of the car before him. It wasn’t pretty, by any means. The paint was faded, the tires were flat, and the...

The little boy looked up and saw a mountain before him. It looked daunting but exciting. It loomed over his head but still invited him...

Jazz played softly in the background as we all sat and sipped on glasses of illicit booze. The year was 1929. Prohibition’s grip on...

The sights of Beckett's pistol were centered between Pat's eyes. They both stood on the roof of the building with the wind blowing snow...

Being a man, I honestly have no idea what it’s like to be a woman. I don’t know the struggles or the benefits. I don’t know the reasons...

Erick looked up from his drink to see the digital image of his grandfather plastered across a Times Square billboard. It looked blurry to...

I recall the day that my life changed forever. Whether or not it was for the better, is up to you to decide. After all, I am not here to...

“As I stood over his lifeless body, I was forced to wonder: was this the result of my actions, or his? After all this time, I expected it...

The beeping was all I heard. That incessant, rhythmic, fucking beeping was all that existed. I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t know...