The TV was on, but there was no sound. The dull glow of the screen was all that illuminated the room while he sat on the couch. There was a sobbing sound coming from upstairs. He had come home to …

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 …

It came to her in a simple box. There was no writing on the outside, no labels that hinted at the contents inside, just the traditional brown cardboard, sealed shut with the untypical silver swath of electrical tape. The return …

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 …