Jasper EastonPoor Robert BunningThe sky was so blue outside, and Henry Ravilon could not write.May 14, 2019May 14, 2019
Jasper EastonLike Father, Like SonHe wished, now, that he had spoken more to his father. There was a time when they had been close, spending nearly every second together.May 12, 2019May 12, 2019
Jasper EastoninLiterally LiteraryLUCY, 1914The soldier lay on his back, his elbows resting in the muddy embankment that supported his slight frame. His chest moved in and out, in…May 11, 20191May 11, 20191
Jasper EastonDeath, or What Have YouThere’s a chilling darkness surrounding cemeteries, an emptiness that sucks the life out of your bones and leaves you dry and helpless…May 8, 2019May 8, 2019
Jasper EastonAnd That was ThatThe house was loud, and Johnny Franklin’s head hurt. His head always hurt now.May 8, 2019May 8, 2019
Jasper EastonNew EarthThere was a light wind blowing over the northern field, causing the wheat stalks to tremble and bend with a rigid uneasiness. The burnt…May 5, 2019May 5, 2019