1946
A single letter sat in William Blood’s mailbox, the address for Philip Kaufman, in the corner…
I never want to die alone, but it seems that’s my fate.
A plane flew Barker McMullin just south of the Arctic, but it was tragedy that drove him mad.
“Listen up, you petite cuts of FRESH MEAT,” shouts a towering figure wearing an orange jumpsuit as loud as his voice. “My…
Friday, December 18th, 11AM: Arrived last night and went straight to bed. I’ll never get used to flying. I don’t know how…
Perry climbed over the garden wall. She never used the gate, loving the way the stone felt solid beneath her hands; always familiar. From…
There once was a boy named Álfar. He lived in small dark cave, in a small dark city, in a dark world with his mother and father. Álfar…
In 1954 Jasper Johns painted his most famous work Flag. Forty two years later I would see it for the first time as a fifteen year old and it would…
The ceiling fan whirred above him, cascading a wave of hot air upon his sweat-drenched forehead.The single bed he lay on filled…
The tire pressure light came on as Jake cleared a speed bump. For a moment, he thought the damn thing just knocked some air out of the tires, but…