Jack Feldman

Water

Just tell me what’s on your mind today. Today, I’m thinking of water. When I was in college, I lived with some roommates off campus. My mom signed my household up for these monthly water deliveries. Every month, at 7am on the third, a big ol’ truck would

Slime

You awake in the middle of the night. Your ears strain, searching for sound while your other senses adjust to the darkness. There's gunfire in the distance. You're okay, it's far enough away. You listen, soaking up the stillness between distant pops and reverberations.

Market

In the center of the city, a popular tourist market has turned into hub of black market trades. It's a "known secret." If you're looking for medicines, weapons, or strange artifacts, you go to the market. One particular store- An old coffee shop- has

City

I am the city. I am the stop sign leaning on 5th and Pearl. I am the fog hanging over downtown in the morning I am the hum of electric wires mixed with cicadas at the end of a hot day.     I am the city. You can hear my voice

Broadcast

V1: So… How’s the weather over there. V2: Really? v1: I’m curious! V2: Really. V1: Like over here it’s starting to drizzle a little bit- V2: Stop. V1: And over there, maybe it’s, I dunno- V2: No! v1: Maybe its more rainy? Or less? No, that

Sharp

From the personal journal of Krafton Sharp, leader of the Liberty Lions. Dated May 13, 2026. The streets are quiet now. All the people are gone. The shops from my childhood are closed. Homes deserted. It hurts my heart to see my city emptied out, and scarred by war. But