Nathan Deeter

The first thing I remember when I pick up my old rifle was its kick.And then I remember its smell, a mixture of my father’s gun oil and the gun powder used in the bullets and the old leather from the sling. Even though there shouldn’t be a distinction, there is. My gun smells different than other rifles.Read more.

When I was six years old, I fell into a coma.I was out for about two weeks, but when I awoke I discovered several things:1. A packet of letters and flowers from my kindergarten classmates wishing me to get well.2. A room full of strange doctors.3. My memories had disappeared.4. My voice had disappeared.Read more.