"there was blood on my pillow and a noose in my heart" These country singers were getting downright moros, good thou...

There was blood on my pillow. It's 6 a.m. and there is blood on my pillow. I started to try and remember what happene...

Whitechapel 1888. There was blood on my pillow again this morning when I awoke. My landlady has already been asking ...

"What's that, Daddy?" James hid a smile behind his hand and answered, "That's a telephone, sweetie. You put money in...

It's ringing. Ringing. Ringing. Ringing. STOP it from ringing! Karla never wanted to hear his voice again. Never wan...

A dry, sandy summer like this one. I had met him just a mile down, by the Shell gas station, his cowboy boots kicking...

The earthy smell of autumn leaves surrounded me and stimulated my senses. The crisp crunch of leaves was projected th...

Some mornings, when the sun rose just right, it was almost like nothing had happened. This was one of those mornings...

She ran off into the plants and tall grasses and let her body sway with the wind. She called it her meditation, the o...

"Hey Macarena!" Robert watched in complete disbelief as the group of Anonymous supporters-turned-flash mob began to ...

It was practically viral by now. the video a friend of mine had posted on youtube, of our mass dance party for cance...

It was all good and well having a goal in life. Knowing your purpose. He had known his for years, he had worked tirel...

The implant's biggest drawbacks were the headaches. The gear-man had assured her that would abate in time, but meanwh...

Geraldine, I'm serious give me that back, I don't have time for this... Because it's mine. Give it back now. It's rin...

Johnny, my boyfriend was aptly named. Laura, my dad's girlfriend called him 'The Pirate' because of his long dark cu...

Knives. Knives. What was she going to use them on next? The silver blades shimmered in the sunlight streaming thro...

He was a walking arsenal with knives strapped to his armor at forearms, biceps, chest and back. Two smaller throwing ...

That was the last thing she saw. It was headed straight for her chest, a glittering blade, and she saw it in slow-mot...

"No parking anytime" read the sign on the tall, black, iron gate. "Well, if I'm going to break the rules, I guess th...

There once was a house that no child or adult dared enter, the house was known to be haunted. Even though that the ho...

Joshua parked in front of the iron gate, irritated at this sign, just one of many from his absentee father. He was ne...

She was looking ahead, eyes parallel with the ground. She was looking ahead, eyes perpendicular with the ground. Pa...

In her rear-view mirror, she saw Gene turn. He looked at the bush, at her, at the bush again, and then felt his pocke...

Heather didn't like being out in the rain. She was going to get even with that bastard Gene - how dare he dump her in...

I'm in love with a robot. I know, I know, that sounds strange. But I am. It's name, or at least the name I gave it, i...

I am in love with a coffee machine. A robot that makes coffee. I am giddy about it my mornings are filled with percol...

Golden skin glowed in the afternoon sun, revealing a fine tracery of pale blue at the inside of the wrist. Lips, lus...

I remember when I was a kid. I sat on the edge of my father's car, waiting for him come home from his walks. I would ...

I remember the smell of wet snow on a blinding morning. Squinting through glare and steam. Battleship twigs wobble in...

The winter of 1970 in the Bay Area was not something I ever expected to experience- especially since I was born in 19...