Living Fiction Project

Commentators would comment for days to come at how utterly exhausted the President appeared. No amount of make up or lighting could erase th...

Waverly pushed through the circle of worshippers and went right up to Doug. He pulled away the cap and leveled the pistol at Doug’s forehead...

Doug managed to put some distance from Waverly. Suddenly Doug found himself staggering, his strength falling away, his legs sluggish and uns...

The brutal realization that this was all but over found Waverly all at once. That he this former American hero was now shown to be a traitor...

The clock was ticking steadily down to war, which with each passing moment seemed more and more inevitable. It grew beyond its human creator...

“Get up,” Waverly ordered. “You might as well pull the trigger,” Doug said. He felt sure Molly was dying, and was helpless to do anything ...

“What are we doing here?” Molly asked. She held the pistol at her leg. Her heart thundered madly. Every errant sound in the big empty hallwa...