The Mountain

Oil lamps burned throughout the room, contributing as much haze from their smoke as they did light from their wicks. Ventilation wasn’t even a…

Isaac always knew his own mortality could be the cost of reaching the goals he had for his nation, but he wasn’t prepared to…

The salty taste of blood coated his mouth. He was certain he had opened his eyes, but the inky blackness of wherever he was…

Drab grey cement, covered in graffiti, amplified the staccato of her heels to Tommy Gun decibels. Echoes of each report rolled through the urban…

Maples and pines veiled the mountain. Reds, yellows, and oranges delineated the transition of creation. A vibrant tribute to summer’s acquiescence. The crisp air…