I wandered into the heart of a battle, but the warning came too...
“Western Australia,” she said. “Perth?” I replied. “Perfect,” I told the stranger. “We...
“Bilbo had come far and through many adventures to see it.” — The Hobbit Mount...
Oreos. They remind me of something. Baseball? The Sandlot? Being a kid? Probably all...
We met at dawn, but this was never the plan. Volcanic dust coated...
She reached out to me, exciting to have company, excited that somebody had...
SEATTLE— I rolled on with matted hair and baggy eyes and the memory...
This is the last gasp, I thought, the final dying breathe of the...
The camera shutter sounds like a cymbal. It clashes and twangs with every...
6:00 a.m.— I’m alive. It’s the start of Day Eight and I’ve become...
