Dane McBride stared at the glow of his monitor, the tab count creeping upward in a scatter of job searches, overdue bill reminders, and half-finished ...

I’m typing this from a hospital bed with one good hand and bandages across my face, the injuries still too raw for me to look ...

I last saw my girlfriend around seventeen years ago. Although for me, it was last week. I know that doesn't make much sense. I'm not ...

I grew up in a small town just outside of Charlotte, North Carolina.  Technically, it was in South Carolina, but still a part of the ...

Part I Robert Yoder never liked the crawlspace. It sat in the far corner of the basement, wedged beneath an old set of wooden stairs ...

Part I The night the boys broke into the Sanctuary, the Covenant bells had barely stopped ringing. Sherman Cantrell sat through the last of the ...

Part I Sara didn’t realize how much of the town was gone until she hit Main Street and found more plywood than glass. The old ...

Part I Dana Quill first heard the name in a voicemail that cut out halfway through. “The Pit,” the caller said, his voice low and ...

Part I Mindy Ayers noticed the new girl’s reflection before she noticed her. The conference room’s wall of glass caught everyone at the table in ...

Part I Shawna Coleman rode home from her own wedding with the bouquet in her lap like contraband. The car’s interior still smelled faintly of ...

Part I Dr. Meredith Rowan preferred to schedule new patients at the start of the week, when her mind felt the cleanest. Mondays had a ...

Part I Stephen Hampton didn’t expect to find himself back in uniform, even part-time, but his phone began vibrating on the kitchen counter just after ...