Mackenzie Harris
Bio
The truth is, I don't let many people read my stuff. I've been writing for years, decades even, but I can never bring myself to share it. But I'm really getting too old to be scared of being judged.
Stories (2/0)
Memories
I shouldn’t have been out there. I don’t know how many times I had heard my father telling me to stay out of the old barn that sat a few acres back from our house, a part of the old farm that had once sat on the property. He’d explained it was dilapidated and needed to be torn down, he’d just never gotten around to it after living there for thirty-five years, and I had always thought that strange.
By Mackenzie Harris3 years ago in Fiction
The After
There weren’t many of us left. Those who could vividly remember a time before The Drop. The government, such as it was now, would want you to believe that the severely decreased population was due to the last nine years of baser human instincts kicking in for survival. But the truth, the one that same weak government was still trying to cover, was that the blame lay with CR-2025.
By Mackenzie Harris3 years ago in Fiction
