I grit my teeth and hang on to the saddle horn with a stubbornness that matches that of the horse I am riding. She...
We live by a lake in the northwest. If we awoke from a twenty-year-long nap, like in the story of Rip Van Winkle, and...
I could feel it. The lethal virus that threatened humanity coursed through my veins. My chest tightened, making it difficult to breathe. It would...