As he got up from the couch in search of a liquor cabinet, Spencer's phone fell out his pocket. Guilt was telling him he ought to search the lodge for a compatible charger, yet he was mentally crossing...

"...wait, I forgot the radio on, and one dyslexic dude talks about ants, too. Anyway, "

Irish drinking songs, mostly. Scared the refugees away, instead of inviting them in. Efficient system. If they would hear Irish women singing, they would probably think no guards awaits for them...

"Hi"

I did not looked at the figure. Does not matter, I don't need anything but stillness. I apologized, was my awkward walk that nobody has to be hurt from.

About a month ago while driving through El Yunque two friends and I made the decision to take a hike down the mountains to a small waterfall not often visited by tourists such as ourselves. Not all of...

I want to teach someone the means of life where ideas don't matter like a metaphor. As these ideas are subjected to just oppose my position of the dialect of the intellect. To be like a citation, and...

Roll your shoulders back with a smile, that was his motto. He was a man with a gun in two pockets, an eye always on the door, and a grimace ready for women. Jack Strider had a long day, and was ready...

Ralph Peterson was his mortal enemy. He was the cruelest, most sadistic human being in the western hemisphere. His dog, Pete, was just the opposite, loving and caring, and all the things his owner...

Marcus grabbed at the sturdy rod, its freezing metal chilling his fingertips. Anxiously, he reached, straining against the ligaments in his arm, trying to get a grip on the cold iron. Finally, his...