Chris

The air near the frontlines felt heavy and broken. Dust hung low, and the ground looked tired from too much pain. In the middle of …

The street felt colder than it looked that morning. Gray light pressed down on everything, including him. He stood still because moving felt dangerous. His …

The street felt endless to the mama dog. She learned every crack in the ground. Her paws knew where glass hid. She walked slowly so …

The shelter smelled like fear and disinfectant that morning. Crying echoed off the walls and never fully stopped. Some cries were loud and sharp. Others …

The smell of smoke reached the street before the sirens did. Neighbors stood frozen on the sidewalk, watching gray clouds pour from the windows of …

The junkyard was never quiet. Metal groaned under pressure. Smoke hung low and bitter. The ground was sharp and uneven. Broken things covered everything. Among …

Rainbow was small when she arrived, and the world already felt too big. She sat quietly on a blue blanket, eyes wide and unsure, watching …

The room was loud, but Benny stood very still. The shelter air carried metal sounds, barking echoes, and heavy footsteps. Benny had learned that noise …

The street had never been gentle with this small puppy. It did not need to be. Cold concrete pressed against his thin body every night. …

I remember the cold ground before I remember anything else. It pressed into my bones like it wanted to keep me there forever. I curled …