Cold Grip
Staring at the straight razor in her hands, Jezebel contemplated life. It was fragile, and it was vague; what was the point of it all in...
The Spirits of Children
The howling wind was the only thing keeping Alan's thoughts away from the way the house seemed to creak as if people were walking up and...
Child of the Apocalypse: The Harvest Part One
As far as the apocalypse could go, Jamie mused as she sucked in a lungful of smoke, holding it in to allow the soothing qualities of the...
Everchill
A flurry of snow whipped across the girls face as she ran, her hood pulled up over her platinum blonde plait, her azure eyes staring...
Banished
Relmouth was a simple village, with simple people. Every morning they would awaken and go about their daily routine; the men would go to...
The God of the North
The clack of steel-on-steel rang through the forest as I adjusted the crossbow on my back, the steel shaft sliding over my shoulder plate...