Every seat in the chamber was filled.  Chests pounding and faces distorted with chaotic tension,...

Day Five of Tim’s 12 Days of Writing Challenge As incredible as it is to consider, December...

Crispness against the skinSharpness,  biting,  soberingA viscid fog of steam Waves of exertion,...

Day Three of Tim’s 12 Days of Writing Challenge Flash.  A sudden gasp as the world just...

Day Two of Tim’s 12 Days of Writing Challenge Dawn was barely breaking above the trees as Tommy...

Ella was not a religious person naturally, but she squeezed her eyes tight and prayed to whatever deity she could think of for the end of this nightmare. To pray for resolve. To pray for a savior.