An art thief gets more than he bargains for — Blinded by greed, many cannot see the hole to hell, until they fall in. Joseph Kingsley was sent to a remote castle in Romania, on business. He was a twenty-five-year-old pharmaceutical salesman by day, art thief by night. This trip would earn him the most money he had ever received…

That night the anti-Christ painted the club red — The band was on point that night, playing better than they had in years. The bar was packed to the hilt that Saturday night. Everybody was looking good, dressed to the nines. Playing grab ass first, taking names later. Humping each other on the dancefloor, passing out in the bathroom…

She was just wet trash in the rain, but he fell hard for her — Seth Harlowe had been lost now for several days. He was a straight-A high school student, hoping for a career in environmental remediation. He had eagerly signed up for a summer school camping trip, with six other students and a science teacher. …

From the private digital space diary of Aubrey Melroy, who was one of the volunteer military personnel on flight BEAMA to planet Selius and back: We landed on planet Selius right on schedule. This planet was discovered in the year 2035. …

There is no stopping the beast within. The night will always come to claim you. The curse is an ancient secret, and the moon is not telling. — I fear the moon the most. Of all things that shudder my bones and quake my visceral being. That white eyeball, devoid of pupil, in the ebony sky. At midnight, the glare of that eye, in a cyclops sky. The moon, the limbless glow of a monster, harboring an ancient…

Hello wrath of a sad Joker — That day we met the sun was shining so bright and so very promising for us. I thought to myself, why look here at honest Abe. My, my, how his eyes are set with such an honest twinkle of blue! Your voice was as calm as a clear stream, gently…

The saving of our delicious feelings of guilt — We Weave Ourselves a Guilty Nest, In the Dark Recesses of Our Minds An intricate snare, for all our lovely little guilt trinkets We carefully trick and trap, our moist crumbs of tasty guilt feasts We own them, we hoard them, we eat them We catch and hang our self-blame…

The story of an old man with a wonderfully unusual machine — A warm story can be like seeing a lifeboat when you're sinking in the sea! There are times when a good show or a heartwarming movie will stick in your head, like a speck on the butter. Something about what you saw and learned, just becomes a part of you…