Vin scrambled across the marble floor on sweaty palms. From within the darkness a figure emerges. He was slim, tall, quiet... alive only through the dancing moonlight on his blade.

Before helga met Pierre, she had been content to tend her Holsteins in Alpine Meadows. But when the bereted Frenchman walked into her meadow, everything changed.

Hulk Hogan realized his fight against the newborn kitten was not as one-sided as he thought it was when

I didn't want to leave, but I also didn't want to die. My choice was clear. Also the Dark Side promised cookies. You know I love cookies.

The page stared blankly back at me. Its alabaster facade with horizontal lines looked like a cheap, closed venetian blind, blocking out the light of creativity. This deadline had

Although not available yet in the U.S., I’ve been watching the new BBC series, Outcasts, which is currently airing in the UK.

The delivery had been late and the package beaten up intentionally. When you write "Fragile" on something, it's an invitation for destruction, but this package was spared by a

The coffee bag was vacuumed-sealed in an impenetrable brick. The seams couldn't be pulled apart, scissors bent, it broke knife blades and using a hammer only cracked the counter

Three steps out the door and she heard the click. It was a hair thin trip wire and her foot had broken it. A series of spring loaded gears fell into place, connecting two electric

"Stick it where the sun don't shine!" Mel advised, adjusting his eyepatch and hitching up his kilt. I laughed derisively. "Broccoli won't grow in the shade, you sorry excuse for a

It's easy to fuck a stranger. It's fucking someone you love that's hard. The slow boring grind of bringing pleasure to someone out of obligation. He knew he shouldn't but

Marcy couldn't stop thinking about how she'd deceived thousands of people. They trusted her, but she'd mislead them all and had to disconnect before she felt even worse. The worst

It was February. It was hot. The polar bears were darn right lethargic. I don't know where they got the guitars from or the drum set. "Outta theys Ass." That was their one hit. Two

If I were a bird I'd fly away.

Have you ever woundered what a cat feels like when it gets wet? And why it hates getting wet? Well imagine that wet socks feeling,no one likes that wet socks feeling including cats

I had no idea what I was doing, fashion design was obviously not my calling.Plus, my boss was the devil herself.

My cat rubbed itself against my leg when I got home and I drove a javelin through its spine. It's legs curled and writhed like Medusa snakes and I could see a little

John rushed down the corridor, past the big windows and nurses; the missed call an hour old. He exhaled, relieved. He'd made it to see the baby born. "It was a girl" she whispered.

The air was chill. Silence filled the empty night.

Regrets, we all have them. One in particular haunts me day and night. It all stems back to April '82. The wanton urge