The doorbell pierced the evening’s mirth like an off-handed comment that makes everyone suck in a breath. Timothy Hall set down his Scattergories pencil and pushed himself up. He waved everyone else back down into their seats.  “Keep playing and I’ll go see who it is,” he said through a…

“On the same day that the President demolished the entire East Wing of the White House, he also demanded that his Department of Justice pay him $230 million dollars for having the nerve to perform their jobs and investigate him in the past. The National Capital Planning Commission has yet to approve…

Sergeant First Class Balfrey walked the line, inspecting his platoon while they stood rigidly at attention. He touched each piece of gear like his Platoon Sergeant taught him, taking extra care not to forget something by muscle memory.  Rifle, magazines, first aid kit, ear protection, eye protection, CBRN masks, helmet,…

Jim stared at the shimmering dust highlighted by a shameless sun bursting through the window. Beauty and sorrow swirled into a cocktail of grief. He lifted his hand, registering the heat, and drew his lips tight upon noticing the glint of his ring. Basking in the sun was alien to…