SHORT STORIES
The Gamble
Mark did his best to keep his head up without stumbling over the uneven ground beneath his weary feet. Thick roots, rocky outcrops, and snow-covered holes grabbed at his snowshoes with every step but taking a wrong turn and wandering off the trail ahead was not something they could afford right now. One hour, two at the most. Light faded quickly this time of year and they were running out of it.
Thunders of Fate
The thunder roared far overhead, its rumble clobbering the mountain pass and bouncing between the peaks that rose to either side. For a moment, the barrage drowned out the sounds of the rider and his two sure-footed horses as they plodded along the old, stone road. And still the rain poured down, as if seeking to batter them into the ground.