She ran to the voice to find a skinny young man looking helpless, and she knew her hunch was right, a beaming smirk flew across her face for a second.    "Are you ok sir?" Janet said as she...

At 11:43 p.m., it was silent. The only sound was the crickets chirping and the breeze of the wind slapping against the tree leaves. Carson’s heart was pounding as he hurried through the chilling woods....

I never knew how it would feel to be an emotionless, psychopathic murderer until I read Ralph Easton Ellis’s American Psycho.  The main character, Patrick Bateman, haunts the reader’s mind as he blends...

The hour is uncertain. The road in front of me, vast and without apparent end. My destination is there,  just beyond the edge of the rain. “Fine night to be about,’ ey?”, said a passer-by. The...

Monday. 2:28 PM. Must hurry. Train departs at 3:30, approximately 1 hour and two minutes from now. That leaves me twenty minutes before I must absolutely, positively leave. No reason to worry. I...