I am Sarah Mitchell, 29 years old, and the loudest sound in the world right now is the scratching of a gold-nibbed fountain pen against paper.…
After three years of sacrifice, my father gave the inheritance to my golden child sister who’d only appeared eight weeks ago. I handed Tori the…
The Blue Dress 17 April 1945. A muddy roadside near Heilbronn, Germany. Nineteen-year-old Luftwaffe helper Anna Schaefer is captured alone. Her uniform is torn. Her…
This is not merely a dispute over real estate; it is the chronicle of a failed coup d’état leveled against me by the very people…
My family swore I was a Navy dropout. They wore my “failure” like a dull, persistent ache, a blemish on an otherwise pristine record of…
They said I was out of my mind. That I was walking straight into a slaughterhouse without a weapon. In the cutthroat world of high-stakes…
“Your mama’s dead. So what? You better serve my guests or you can sleep on the street.” Those words didn’t just hang in the air;…
I walked into the courtroom in a perfectly pressed military uniform. My father laughed mockingly, my mother shook her head in disapproval. But then the…
Point Cruz, 1943 — The Rifle They Called a Toy At 9:17 on the morning of January 22nd, 1943, Second Lieutenant John George crouched inside…





