

I Am a Writer
I was so tormented; I just wanted to be a good person. What kind of person thinks those things about people, let alone people they love?


Short fiction: Victim to Victor: One Woman's Triumph over Heartbeat and Betrayal
Without another word, Tiffany pulled out her earrings, handed them to Marge, and stuck Bill square in the face. Bill stumbled back onto the


Weighing the Price of Murder
Murder is not an option, so fantasy will have to do.

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