STORIES

Owen breathed quietly, watching the distant green hills. His long hair had been drinking in the fine mist, which was why he hadn't noticed the drizzle until the moisture began to trace a slow line dow...

I was driving home from work on one of those days when you don't want to be alive. The radio hosts were talking about something with great enthusiasm, but I had no energy to listen; I'd turned it on o...

A few months ago, I stumbled across a post about reincarnation. Nothing special — some third-rate forum, the author's username just a random string of characters. The title was strange: "Responsibl...

It was a cold morning. I wanted to sleep longer, but annoying sounds forced me to open my eyes. There was some creaking outside my door. “What’s happening?” I mumbled as I lazily approached. “He’s ho...

Prologue My name is Jacob, and I keep having the same dream over and over. The story my grandma used to tell me turned into a nightmare. It went something like this: "At first, people loved God, and...

I'm old and weary, and the constant pain pulsing through my body has become my most intimate companion. Soon, I will die. That is inevitable. But there was a time when I could repair this body—or even...