Photo Source: Pixabay The trolley races down the hill. The operator is unconscious, slumped over the controls. At the bottom of the hill...

Photo Source: PxHere Racing up the trail, my heart thumps. Sweat drips down my back. My lungs wonder what the Hell happened to all the...

Photo Source: Flickr July, 1997 Julia Trent knocked on the open office door. “Peter, I’ve got to run out. Can you meet with the Othalman...