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
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.
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
I saw an angel today. Or maybe it was yesterday. I'm not so sure anymore. I know that time is passing, I can feel the air growing cooler, but I cannot see the sun setting. All I can see is the angel's halo, scorched into my
The clean room was a sterile space. As sterile as one could get in a pop-up tent in the middle of a swamp. Thick plastic yellow walls ballooned with air. Words and symbols were stamped on every wall, detailing procedures in case of punctures, deflation, or other failures to clean
Something foul washed upon the shore. A crowd had gathered by the time the I made it to the coastline. Scattered about in a loose semi-circle, a dozen or so people all stood, staring at the beached thing.
It wasn’t giant, but it was large. A fisherman I recognized,
