When I wake up, a pounding headache throbs in my head. Than all of a sudden, I remember everything. The drinking, the car crash. Realization hits me. I’m dead. I look around me for the first time, taking in my …

Ben had to work today, and ended up leaving around 10:00 pm. He was tired and stressed from having to work in the kitchen at the local restaurant all night. Letting his arms sway a little more than normal, he …

Once a normal man, Anton Severin is now a creature of the night. Condemned to wander New York between dusk and dawn, the gnawing lust for blood compels him to roam the city streets for sustenance. He stands in the deep recesses of the doorway to the old manse that …

Hello, if anyone out there can hear this, my name is Dr. Alan Boult. My last known location was roughly: 89 degrees North by 10 west. I was part of the Ox-Tech Arctic Science and Research team here in the …

She stood motionless in the kitchen, contemplating her plan of ending him while simultaneously grappling with her conscience. She had plotted and planned this event many times but, somehow she always managed to talk herself out of it. Maybe it …

This morning wasn’t the first I had woken up with scratches on my body.  I noticed that my abrasions also appear after a violent nightmare. But it wasn’t a nightmare of horror, helplessness or sorrow. I still felt powerful, even …

She’d learned to love and hate him at exactly the same time. Often she had fantasized of leaving, of starting a new life free of his emotional cruelty. But every time she packed her things to leave, something pulled her …

A man by the name of Jeremy Tucker was walking home in the whispering snow the night before the eve of Christmas. The snow encircled his joyous, bare face. He was smiling, but a troubling thought spurred at the back …

A long winding stretch of black asphalt weaves in and out of view through dense shrubbery. Amber leaves glided gently across route 25, faintly reflecting the last rays of the setting sun. Breaking into the sounds of nature, a rusty …

Day 6 I never did care for neighbors; always wantin’ to burrah a cuppa sugar, or an egg, your hammer, or conversation. The old neighbors were significantly better than the new ones, though they’ve ne’er burrahed a thing from me. …