dawgwriter

The soft taps of his high performance running shoes echoed through the early-morning, misty streets. With each step, each breath, Eric’s mind became more alert and ready for the day. ...

There were no “ifs” or “one days” any more. Eric had quit his job to pursue his dream, and was now unemployed, with rent coming due in a week. This ...

Eric couldn’t think. Eric couldn’t hear, or speak, or think. His face was pressed down on cold, hard tile while his ear felt as if it would burn off at ...

Utah wasn’t supposed to be this hot, thought Eric. He was dripping with sweat, the majority of it beading up in the long strands of his impossibly straight hair. The ...