The scent of antiseptic, cold metal, and stale sweat was a constant in the Blackridge State Penitentiary mess hall. It was a concrete box
“She hasn’t smiled in eight months. What makes you think a dog will change that?” That’s what the nurse whispered as the tattooed biker
For twelve years, she had been the steady heart of the company — the one who stayed late without complaint, who trained new hires,
Cassandra is my name. I am 32 years old and serve in the Army as a combat medic. I just wanted to give my
The Silent Game The laughing in the private dining area of the Damascus Rose Restaurant sounded like crystal. I sat quietly, my fork over
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