Carter walked out of the bright June sunshine and into the coolness of the porch. It took his eyes a few moments to adjust, and at first June Winters was just a bodiless voice hidden behind a blur of orange/yellow …

Imagine for a moment what life would be like had you been born without a conscience.  No feelings of guilt or remorse, no regard for the safety or well being of others. No shame regardless of what kind of horrifying …

No windows. No doors. No escape. Compared to other women, I know I’m lucky. I’m the woman who has it all…a devoted husband, a beautiful home, and more money than I know what to do with. For the last ten …

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 …

There’s a beacon of light in the darkness, swaying to and fro, to and fro. It’s beautiful. Illuminating. Hypnotizing. I follow it, like I would follow a lover to the ends of the earth. Camping out in the woods was …

Surrounded by inky black darkness, it strode forward with long purposeful steps. The mouthwatering qualities of it’s next meal could not be denied. Long ago it had reconciled it’s existence in this world with the purpose of it’s creation. Where …

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 …

In an old house in the Ozarks there lived an old woman and her dead son. Every night the old woman would make dinner and the two would dine. And every night the old woman asked her dead son, “How …

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 …