It's been 264 days. The birds no longer adorn the blue sky, nor does the sun. Where once the streets never stood still, it’s about 2 p.m., I would guess. Not that it really matters. Time is irrelevant,...

“Harmony within our walls.” Wrong. The Ewingtopia regime is controlling, manipulative, and a violation of our rights as North Forsyth citizens.    The rules are an absurd way to exert power...

The generators above whirred into silence. Dark settled around the city, enveloping every life in a shivering cold. Rain slit through the air. It stole the breath from the children, and wood burned to...