J. Hartline
Writer, on and off. Currently on.
J. Hartline
Writer, on and off. Currently on.
Writer, on and off. Currently on.
Writer, on and off. Currently on.
After wandering all night Sir Frey finally broke through the trees and saw the bright castle in the distance.
His bones ached. Sweat covered his face. His strong muscular frame slumped at the weight of the armor. The gash across his face still bled and he could smell the metallic scent as it ran down his mustache. He fell to his knees and wept.
The ordeal left him alone, his two men or at leas...
An atom wanders through a dark void of silence.
Alone, it searches. Until finally it crashes into another, and another, and another. A gas plumes from the nothingness. Building and building.
Two atoms meet in the middle of the newly formed cloud. A spark ignites. Heat and light begin to expand into the void at an incredible speed. All at once, galaxies of stars and worlds spread among the vast e...
As long as I could remember my brother and I would sneak away every summer afternoon to fish at Hanson’s Pond.
Until the summer of ‘89.
The pond sat next to Country Road 17, the only road that stretched through the entire county. It was a popular fishing and swimming hole for many of the kids and an escape from the adults for teens that wanted to smoke, drink and do what teenagers do.
On a par...
She wanted to believe me.
I could see the sympathy in her eyes. She understood my frustration but could do nothing to ease it. I just wanted her to look at me like she used to.
Like when she’d first wake up and smile at me, her eyes full of hope and comfort.
Like when we would talk and she would watch me so intensely that I felt like the only other person on the planet.
Like when we would mak...