The sun didn’t always travel across the sky and disappear where our world ends. The sun used to sit on top of that far mountain. Back when there were masters and workers. Night never came and the people

They chose me because I was the most coveted. There had been a bidding war. My family would have had more status and wealth with my sale to a husband, but the priests said I was worthy of our god. So I

The blurry figure in front of him moved aside and Brian took his place under the order-here sign. The barista's silhouette, a girl with long hair pulled back in a ponytail, stood waiting behind the counter,

The gun fell to the floor.

Gary pulled a dried starfish from the pile that separated him from his castaway-companion James. “So, what books do you wish you’d brought with you?” James leaned his head back and let out a groan. Gary

My eyes open. The ceiling spins.

A few months ago I watched “The Rise and Rise of Bitcoin” on Netflix. Since then I’ve been obsessed with this new world of crypto-currency/block-chain technology. I can’t stop thinking about ICO’s, Exchanges,

My top five most reread books. This list started as a favorites list but that was too hard to figure the criteria. Would it be books that affected me emotionally? Characters that stuck with me the longest?

(My son playing outside my office in our old house. Yes, my office was a coat closet.) I have an 8yr old and a 5yr old that demand my time. It’s summer and I stay home with the kids while my wife works

I'd prefer a stop in time. Peaceful, black silence. But when I close my eyes, the undercurrent pulls me down and the waves crash overhead. I swim upward, kicking hard, fighting to breach the surface. The

I write for medicinal purposes. Writing is a drug. Not a bad drug. It's more like an antidepressant— with magical powers. When taken daily, I feel good about myself. The people close to me find me more

Hello to the Steemit-verse! My name is Greg and I’ve been on Steemit for about a week now. I write fiction under the name G.A.Shepard (Gregory Alexander Shepard). But that’s me now, so, let me back up

Tommy lay in the middle of the train tracks looking down between the railroad ties. It was fifty-feet to the shallow river that ran underneath the trestle. A low growl made the wood and metal shudder.