"I am a memory machine." he said, sitting down on the rock. "I'll tell you stories of the past, of thousands of years ago and when you are gone I will tell others about you."

The light was dim and though she tried desperately to read the untidy hastened words on the grubby piece of paper, it was to no avail. Her eyes were straining in the dim light.

Homicide

The shot glass was overturned, but leaking a brown liquid onto the table. "Alcohol abuse" thought Leo. He lifted the glass and tongued the remains, then slurped the rest off the

Melody. How she hated her name. Every morning: "Are you in tune, litte one?" Melody. But it would be her destiny, she thought. She knew that from the time

Opening the book, I saw a piece of paper flutter to the ground. It was the odd, but familiar, markings that caught my eye. I reached down and picked it up. Sure enough, it was

“Three days, huh?” Ken nodded with a broad grin on his face. Coq au Vin is a chicken recipe that involves chicken, wine, mushrooms, onions and time. It’s probably the most

His hair line fascinated her. She was nine inches taller than him and his hair transplant job was as obvious as a row of telephone poles crossing a flat barren desert. Neat spots

I always wanted to name a kid Spock.

They say confession is good for the soul. Mind you, they also say "many a mickle makes a muckle". Consequently, I don't have a lot of truck with what they say. Some secrets though,

As he lay on his hospice bed, death fast approaching. A religious councilor came to try and comfort him. She spoke for a while and he said "Hush! God can wait. Paul Harveys on."

This story is about a little kite. Little kite was flying high in the sky. Then she said to herself "what is going to happen is all my friends are going to have a party with me"

Toro is a fan of vampire fiction since his childhood in Mexico.

Aeadar, a young boy in a highschool, in some computer class was developing a story, when he noticed that it was in complete, so his idea was to have other people add to it, and so

Ribbed, pleasure dotted or “rough rider” condoms are usually billed “for her pleasure.” This phrase is a fallacy. Women are not sexually stimulated by

Standing atop the desert plateau, I peered through my scope and casually picked a target. No one in particular just some

The heater breathed out life sustaining heat into the apartment, but it was far too late for that. It had betrayed the children during the night during a moment of petty revenge

I didn’t know what happened for the next ten seconds because I was running back to my car. When I returned, Ronny was screaming something through the geyser of blood in his mouth

Didn't know you had one. You should have put it back. You have the warmth of a ketchup bottle at Denny's. Well go ahead and try. Just try. I'd like to see you give this

"How many scarabs are in this mummy?" Candide Argos, PhD pulled another one out with a pair of jeweler's tweezers. He counted twenty-five so far. He called his graduate student to