STORIES

It was a cold morning. I wanted to sleep longer, but annoying sounds forced me to open my eyes. There was some creaking outside my door. “What’s happening?” I mumbled as I lazily approached. “He’s ho...

“Albert… I miss you,” my wife, dead for years, told me. I held the phone with both hands, but it still shook against my ear. “Don’t you want to meet me again?” My mouth just hung open. No words came....

Prologue My name is Jacob, and I keep having the same dream over and over. The story my grandma used to tell me turned into a nightmare. It went something like this: "At first, people loved God, and...

I'm old and weary, and the constant pain pulsing through my body has become my most intimate companion. Soon, I will die. That is inevitable. But there was a time when I could repair this body—or even...