(To Ernie, and with a nod to Arthur C. Clarke’s story by the same name.) A boy has no better friend than his dog. A more trustworthy and loyal companion there is not and cannot be. While the boy, being …

I stood and witnessed her brain being ripped out. Her blood splattered on the grass in misshapen circles. Her hair was matted into sections clogged with blood and dirt. Her face was white and her eyes were so pitiful. They …

My names Allen Scott. I was a weapon manufacturer at General Dynamics in Saco, Maine. When I say “was”, I mean before the whole world went completely insane. It’s 6 days before the Day of the Devil. When it was …

The shadows aren’t the only things that have been seen by my family. My mother has told me stories of things she had seen that she too wished she had never seen. It seems that my family has been overseen …

I slowly woke up, and stared at my ceiling. Summer was over and the leaves were falling off the trees. If I don’t get up and out of the house soon, I might be volunteered by my parents to rake …

The house was settled after the violent murder of old lady Rothschild, 88 years old. The house was boarded over last spring just six days after she was laid to rest(?) in Our Christ Savor Cemetery. It was one year …

Andy sat in front of his computer, growing more angry by the moment. How could they be so blind! How could they not see his genius! He sighed with disgust and moved the mouse to close the web page. They …