You kneel on the edge of the mat. Your lungs are on fire, screaming for oxygen after another vicious scramble that resulted in no points.
“Ain’t nothing there.” James mumbled the mantra he’d used for years. The idea was to think all of the hazards away. James opened his eyes,
It’s a simple question really. What did you do today? The idea behind it, whether the concern or request for such information is genuine or
Fucking Mondays. The thought rampaged through Harlan’s mind. The notion, and the rage that came with it, wasn’t the result of Harlan D. Alexander’s
Matt Hardman In a room near the front of the complex, tucked away amid the folds and passageways of the salient offices where most of
OK…update to this story. Finally finished the 1st draft. By all means…let me know what you think. The Room The pain is what wakes you.
This is a short story that I had a little fun with. I went to the reading library page at CIA.gov and picked one of
Well, like many others, this story got started from a prompt. In this case, each writer in class had to come up with an opening
This story and format probably require a little explanation. During a course at Hopkins, I was exposed to George Saunders for the first time and
As with most of the other projects I have going, this one started with a writing prompt from a professor at Johns Hopkins. The prompt