She felt the blood trickle down her leg and the scent of raw earth whispered in her face. Pine needles pricked at her hands and agonizing pain shot through her knee.
Racing through the dark woods at breakneck speed with tears raining down her cheeks, Lana hadn’t seen the patch of rocks.
Trip, fall, and she smashed her knee on one of the jagged boulders.
A sob escaped her lips, followed by a primal scream that rose up from her gut and rang through the air, muffled in the forest like a wild thing trapped in a cage. Continue reading “How Far the Light”
Sold: one soul to the devil, he thought as he leaned back in his chair and stared at the final word on the page.
“Are you blind, man? You’re life is falling apart around you and you can’t even see it!” Matt yelled.
I raised my hands up above my head as I stared down the business end of the .45.
It was August when I started seeing them. At first it scared the living daylights out of me. I thought I was losing my mind. I told my friends about it. They thought so too. So I stopped telling them about it.
“What do ya say? Should we give it a shot?” Andy asked.
“It was June of 1941,” said Walter Cross, looking at his grandson through the steam rising from his coffee, “I hadn’t been in the army more than a few months when I was captured by the Nazis. They sent me to a POW labor camp. They worked us all day and didn’t feed us enough to keep a kitten alive. Half the men I came in with never came out.”
(Winner of CFW Event #18)
(Runner Up in CFW Event #16)
(Second Place Finisher in CFW Event #15)
Whitney L. Schwartz 