Against The Flow
I risked a peek, pulling back the heavy, velvet curtain. A lance of moonlight struck the flagstone floor. My glance told me everything. They were out there…
The Confrontation
Standing before this abomination that could have been spawned only from the deepest areas of fear from a common mind, the mob of children quickly dwindled to a…
Jimmy Jabber's Last Ride
The streetlights overhead played havoc with the shadows as I drove the body of Jimmy Jabbers across the Brooklyn Bridge. His body sat like a sack of potatoes…
Challenger Approaches
The group was hardly more than a rag-tag mob of children, the oldest of them being fifteen, and the youngest twelve, all of them more assured than they had any…
Another One Bites The Dust
Steve walked warily down the street. He knew he was a fool for being in this part of town alone. He pulled the brim of his hat down low. He thought of the…