"What do you mean 'you're done with us all'? I can't do this by myself," Candace pleaded, tears streaming down her face. This was not the first time they had fought, and she expected it would not be t...

Lindsay looked up at her savior through tears, her arms wound tight around his neck. Their eyes met. His the color of a calm sea, hers as dark as the room they were trapped in. Dressed in little more...

Sitting on the cold and damp concrete beneath a tattered umbrella, Timothy watched the hordes of pedestrians pass by him. Most turned up their noses at him or shook their heads. Only a select few smi...

June 7, 1947, 11 am Today is the day I’ve been chosen to die for my sins. Or at least for actions ‘the powers that be’ believe are sins.