Often it was the smallest things, a microbe or a byte, that brought the world to its knees.

I felt as if I'd permanently grounded myself and was unwilling to listen to any reasonable argument as to why I should be reprieved.

Billy believed he was going to hit it big playing scratch-offs and finally be able to blow his tiny town. 

If not for the dog, Doug would be dead.

Like a beast in the night, our past was always present waiting for a chance to pounce.

In dreams, she still provides him solace.

It was a bright November morning when we all returned from hell.