It’s the middle of November and I’m trudging through three feet of snow, because much to my dismay, bodies don’t just bury themselves.

Whoever said war was hell was right. It’s hell on earth twenty four hours a day. The battered and bloodied soldiers come through the aid station screaming, crying, begging. Some for relief, some for their mamas, some for sweet death to take them out of this hole...

Death is one of those things you might be able to prepare for, but it knocks you over when it happens. Once the services are done and the casserole dishes scraped and put away, you're left with an emptiness that aches to the very core of your being. It's the finality of it, the knowledge that the one you loved, the man that raised you is gone. No more calls. No more texts. No more barbecues.

You...

Margaret Springer picked her way through the rubble of her London street on her way to work. As the chief curator at the Victoria and Albert Museum, she was responsible for all incoming and outgoing exhibits. A Ph.D. in Religious Studies from Oxford helped her rise to the top in her career.

Like every other person in the city, she carried on through it all, and frankly for the first time felt bl...

Winston Churchill said it best, war is hell. Men and women had patriotic dreams, a love for their country, a desperate need to make a difference. To rid the world of tyranny. Soldiers saw things no human being should ever see: buddies with blown off limbs screaming to kill them, bloated dead bodies and water on the battlefield running red with blood. The constant hunger was so bad that decaying ho...

November 22 dawned brisk and cloudy with a telltale gray auroa, as John Davis boarded the train to Idlewild Airport. Squeezing in among the other strap hangers, he prepped himself for the day ahead. Thanksgiving was quickly approaching so the terminal would be chock full of passengers disembarking for the holiday in New York City.

John thought of himself as a writer, so he had plenty of time t...

Banished. Dismissed and forgotten.

Crime against humanity. Sick and twisted.

No trial, no jury, no judge.

The wilderness or the noose.

The choice was made.

Alone for eternity....

The Green Trabant flew around the corner of Friedrichstrasse, taking the turn on two wheels as it bumped along the cobblestone street. The darkness and misty October East German rain helped outrun the Stasi that were close behind. The driver skidded down alleys and up and over deserted concrete sidewalks, desperate to get to the final destination and beat the secret police and the shrieking waa wa...

Fear can grip your belly like a boa constrictor when you don't know what to expect. Jason Esposito felt that pain, and more as he headed down the carpeted hallway.

“I need to stop in the men's room.” Peeling away from his lawyer and elbowing the metallic door with the odd male symbol, he barely made it to the toilet before vomiting and dry heaving into the bowl. Sliding down next to the metalli...

“The night terrors and cold sweats happen every night Dr and every psychiatric med I've taken either makes me a walking zombie or gain forty pounds or I can't stop peeing. I can't live like this anymore.”

Lena reached across the leather sofa, grabbing her purse. Rooting around the pens, gum, old receipts and lipsticks, she found what she wanted. Pulling out a cigarette from the wrinkled pack, she...

Death comes quickly when you're ravaged by cold and hunger, forced to eat any vermin that wandered in to the village. Jamestown was suffering and it seems that their prayers were going unanswered.

The colonists left England for a better life, out of their bondage in England much like the Hebrews in Egypt.

The first years were challenging and exciting as they all worked as one. Plowing , farming...