Rotten

The tourniquet had done its job and stopped the bleeding, but the damage was already done. Wes was going to lose the foot, if not his leg, if not his entire life. It was probable that he was going to die right here in this quagmire called Vietnam. Even though that was the case, his … More Rotten

Midnight

Jonah sat in his bed, the sheets pooled at his feet. He wore no shirt and only thin pajama pants covering his legs. The night was hot and his open window offered little in the way of relief. He had considered sleeping in his boxers to try and escape the heat, but now was glad … More Midnight

Dear Mr. President

Welcome to the greatest responsibility a person in this day and age can be saddled with. When I was inaugurated into the office 8 years ago I thought that I understood the amount of pressure and incredible weight that would come with the office, but I quickly learned that I completely underestimated the magnitude of … More Dear Mr. President

The Clerical Error

Here’s another from a writing prompt. This prompt I found online, it was the first line of dialogue from the story below. This was a lot of fun, I’m going to be doing more prompts from random spots online in the future. It’s enjoyable to weave a narrative from the strange thoughts people have on … More The Clerical Error