Part 1 (This section is intentionally shorter than the 7000-9000 words requested due to the nature of the prompt requiring the Facebook Caption…
You ever been in one of those places that feels like the whole world is holding its breath, just waiting to go somewhere…
Part 1 Morning sunlight knifed through the tall windows of Fort Bragg’s administrative building and threw hard squares across the polished linoleum like…
Part 1 It was just another day at the Waypoint Diner. Another day of being invisible. That was the goal. Invisible. Forgettable. Just…
Part 1 It was one of those Saturday mornings that feels too perfect, like a painting someone is trying to sell you. 8:04…
PART 1: The Shattered Quiet of Maple Avenue The sun was descending toward the horizon above Maple Avenue, painting the tranquil suburban…
Part 1 My name is Mateo Morales. And I am the man you are trained to ignore. The clock showed 10:00 AM. I…
There’s a certain sound to a place like Naval Amphibious Base Little Creek, a steady hum of machinery and purpose that fills the…
Part 1 The alarm was a gunshot in the dark. 6:00 AM. My fingers fumbled, smashing the button, desperate for five more seconds.…
The military chapel at Arlington was a sea of dress blues and greens, so full you could barely breathe. Light cut through the…