The carriage ride is bumpy as I listen to the chirp of birds and rustle of leaves. I knew this day was coming, the day they would send me away to...

Raymond Mankowitz lay dying in his bed. At 95 years old, he had been sequestered in his room for nearly a week as hospice care gently guided his...

My name is Lily. I say it in my mind over and over. The rain fell in heavy sheets, drumming a haunting melody on the windows of our old, creaky...

Martinez crouched behind the concrete barrier. The fading evening sun cast the world in an ember glow. Martinez checked the battery life on his...

Cassian wasn't really opposed to the activity itself - more the outcome. It wasn't every night he just woke up, rolled onto the ghetto old Hover...

The offices of Lundquist Capital were always buzzing with activity. The bullpen of cubicles was a seemingly endless depressing row of gray and...

It’s been three nights since I drank the tea. Three days without real sleep. Three days wondering if I’m going crazy. Three days of hiding my...

Burritos were a bad idea. I knew it the moment I set foot on the trail, and halfway through my hike, I was seriously regretting my decision. But...

Ninty Eight passengers. That's how many people the small mainline train could take. It was cold that Wednesday when those ninety-eight strangers...

My hands were warmed by the mug of freshly brewed tea I held in my hands as I gazed out the window. It was dreary inside, but the world outside my...

When I finished moving into the apartment on sixth street, my landlord gave me one piece of advice: don’t park under the large walnut tree at...

It’s Daya’s smile that haunts me most in this moment. My best friend’s radiance and joy existing only as a memory as I stand in this living...

Monday, Jan. 16th, 2010 Dear Diary, It’s me, Hannah. Kidding. I know you’re familiar with me, I just like that joke. Today was not the best of...

Ah yes, welcome friends welcome. I want to thank you all for visiting. This tale, this tale is the tale of a... morbid kind. Now before you go off...

Ally could still remember the day her friend bought that car. She remembered him driving it over for the first time - and she remembered her...

On a greasy corner of South Philadelphia stood two iconic culinary institutions. On one corner there was Dimarco’s –– a 200-year-old...