Fog shrouded the old suspension footbridge crossing the ravine. Visibility stretched only twenty feet in any direction magnifying the isolation Dakota Storm already felt. The ...
Prologue Joie slowly opened her eyes, tingles of numbing sensations prickled throughout her body. Not being able to focus on any one thought, she attempted ...
βHoly shit!Β Is that what I think it is?βΒ Brandonβs eyes widened into saucers and, despite being filled with an unabated rage towards his older ...
Shorty Small, a man neither short nor small, slept fitfully. With the covers thrown off, perspiration continued to soak his pillow and sheets. The woman ...
βThe year is nineteen-ninety-nine.β That sentence brings me back to my senior kindergarten class when I was five years old, where we used to read ...
βWith how many things are we on the brink of becoming acquainted, if cowardice or carelessness did not restrain our inquiries?β β Mary Shelley, Frankenstein ...