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The Jamarian Empire is at its end. In the galaxy, Messier 83, impatience of the people was growing every day; food and liquids were growing thin..

Cold. That’s all Kailie felt for the time being. Stuck outside the Joshua house in the middle of November, the cold was blinding. It&rsquo..

Knocking on the door was beginning to make Kailie’s hand go numb. The wood was old and broken, much like the other homes on the road. Smal..

His hands were neatly folded together, his back was in the perfect posture. Except for his thumb toe twitching, Stephen was perfectly still&hell..

Rising. More like levitating above the ground. Panting, Stephen tried to push his way down on the ground, but there was no point. The more he pu..

The wind died down as they walked the road. Not taking her eyes off of Stephen, Kailie steadied him every few minutes when he dazed. His eyes ha..

Joseph offered the couch for the three of them. Stephen moved as though his bones were made of papier-mâché. Bruised everywhere, he..

The winds whirled around the house. They could hear grains of dust hitting the doors. Coyotes were howling and birds were cawing. Kailie found i..

Reverend Michael Thomason sat in the Lane Prairie Baptist Church for morning prayer. If there was ever a time for prayer, it would be now, he fi..