By: Erin E. McKee, Decedent Care Education Coordinator with Novant Health
Photo by Niels Kliim
The tree was fixing to fall, and he knew it. He knew it before the headlights swiped the last stand of hickory by the unmarked drive. Not by sight, but by feeling – the weight of it, the force of wet bark half-becoming earth. It was a feeling that caught in his throat as he strained the sedan into washed-out ruts of the drive to daddy’s place. The seatbelt cut a track across his gut. He was tired of the car. Continue reading “Wind, Rain, or Nothing at All”
By: John Van Swearingen, Student at Wake Forest University School of Law
John Van Swearingen is featured in our Author Spotlight section. You can read his interview about his piece here.
Let us assume that Plato and Socrates were alive today, and they sat down together after an enlightening Bioethics class to discuss the topic of the day one-on-one. Ever the obstinate instructor, Socrates has committed himself to challenging Plato’s thoughts every step of the way…
Continue reading “A Platonic Dialogue: Preimplantation Genetic Diagnosis”
By: Perrin B. Fourmy, Associate at Bell Nunnally & Martin LLP
Photo by Chevalie R.
“Dr. Thompson, it’s all over.”
A man with a badge and a walkie talkie was explaining to the lab coats and suits that they could come back inside. It was just another false alarm. Dr. Thompson had gotten used to these, but sometimes work had to be scrapped and started again because of the delays. These interruptions were even more troublesome for researchers, but in recent months, his specific responsibilities had shifted more towards management. He enjoyed his work less since leaving the lab, but that was the price he paid for success. One of the prices, at least.
Continue reading “The Post-Modern Prometheus”
By: Mark J. Vaders, Counsel at Womble Carlyle Sandridge & Rice, LLP
Photo by DVIDS
Louis Wooten hadn’t always been a jealous man. He reflected on that fact as he sat, watching the steady trickle of foot traffic flowing through Jefferson Park. It was a gorgeous May morning, the first after an abnormally chilly spring, and the locals were out in force. One of the joggers huffed toward him, her lithe feet pounding a steady cadence in the crushed pea gravel. Louis watched her as she passed, admiring how each step slid fluidly into the next. Envy gnawed at him tentatively, but he pushed it away. He wasn’t going to feel sorry for himself today. He was here to make a decision, and he needed to clear his head. Continue reading “Jilted”
By: Jacob B. Hansen, Associate at Kirkland & Ellis LLP
Photo by Jacob Trbovich
The following takes place in 2685, nearly five centuries after the Third Great War. Terms that may not be familiar to all readers are set in bold the first time they appear and are annotated in the Glossary which follows the story.
“Do I hear three-million? Three-million to number 63, do I hear three point five? Three point five to 86, do I hear four-million? Four-million to our man on the phone, do I hear four point five?”
“Eight-million,” says number 63, a stocky black man with a wispy mustache and graying hair. Continue reading “A Day in the Trades”