My name is Emily Carson, and at my sister’s wedding, I was seated so far from the head table I could hear the…

I still remember how the cold had teeth that night, sharper than I’d felt all winter out at Fort Mason. The kind of…

You know that kind of quiet that settles in when the last train has pulled away? The whistle fades down the tracks and…

You learn to live with ghosts. Mine smells like jet fuel and burned plastic. Ten years ago, I walked out of a helicopter…

I’ve seen twelve years in the Marines. Seen things that would turn most folks inside out, and walked away from moments that should…

My name is Alexis Moore. I’m forty-eight, a retired Army colonel, and I’ve sat through enough ceremonies to know that the ones with…

You could feel the whispers cut through the Sunday morning chatter at Murphy’s Diner, sharp as a blade. “Look at that old faker,”…

You know, there are some tales that only get told when the fire’s burned down to embers and the world outside has gone…

You have to understand, a place like Rusty’s bar has its own rhythm. It’s a low hum of spilled beer, stale smoke, and…

I screamed again, a raw, pathetic sound that died in the humid air. And that’s when I heard it. A twig snap. Not a boot on…