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Father, forgive me, for I have sinned. ... I never had taste for art, but sometimes you get an invite to the finest gallery you could ever be invited to: free food, rich women, cheap security ...

There is an angel perched on my bedside; it whispers a name all too faint. ... The world has been cruel to me. More cruel than I could ever imagine. Now, I doubt what it really ...

While I’m writing this letter, I don’t really know what I should write. I mean that I’m not sure if I’m going to wake up tomorrow, so I can’t decide if it should become a sort ...

Are you familiar with this thing we call meditation? Well, that was a foolish thing to ask. Of course you know what meditation is. It's the thing new age gurus and hippies advocate to improve your ...

It wasn’t long ago I noticed a strange noise coming from the air conditioning unit, in the wall of the living room. At first it was almost imperceptible from the other noises such a device would ...

"Doctor Tabitha Lebarr, recording the story given to us during the psychiatric evaluation of David Shore, May 15th, 2013. Patient was admitted for treatment of what appeared to be an attempt to amputate his legs. It ...

Take a look around and observe your surroundings. Where are you right now? Are you sitting inside of a dark room? Is there anyone else with you? Are you all alone? Most sources indicate that a ...

Don't look up at the mirror. You know how that always goes. They look up at the mirror and it's right there behind them. Just stare down and turn the sink handle. Reach over for the ...

This is another entry in the Modern Monsters series. So I heard you wanted to hear the story of the Donkey Lady? Well, grab a beer; you’re in for a tale. It started back in the ...

I didn’t ask for this, you know. I mean, sure, I was curious about what it would mean to be “enlightened,” but meditation was never a means to end. It was the end itself. Plus, I ...

NOTE: This is the prologue of The God Machine, submitted by the original author and hosted with permission from his publisher. I have to admit to not having read the book - I haven't read much ...

I hate it here. It seems redundant to say so, I realize this. Everyone hates it here… well actually I don’t know. Maybe except Len, but he’s a freak so whatever. Shit… where are we? I ...

Before the emergence of televisions, radios were widely used as a mean to broadcast news and announcements. In WWII, The rebel radio stations used Beethoven's Fifth Symphony, which has a repeating motive of "V" in Morse ...

This is the sixth and final part of the By the Fire's Light series. Names we give have power As we discovered too late For we have named the nameless one And thus have sealed our ...

Nowadays, if you are fanatical Christian, you are mostly likely looked down upon by society. People are absolutely disgusted by your ways and your desire to spread your religion to others. As a teenager, you could ...

It seemed especially hot there in the middle of a mass of vehicles of all shapes and sizes, from all around the country. It was a miniature city of heat and exhaust fumes within the city ...

"Look at it go, sweetie!" the loving father joyfully called out to his little girl, pointing upward toward the kite flying high above the secluded beach. "Here baby, you try." The little girl stood there shy, ...

We had found the dresser at a yard sale, beaten and broken, but it was an artifact of the 1920s and my husband insisted we bring it home and fix it up. I thought nothing of ...

The Ridges - previously known as the Athens Lunatic Asylum - is famous among Ohio University students. The other week, I ran into a friend who recently graduated from OU, and when the conversation turned to ...

This is the final entry in Stephan D. Harris' Harlequin series. “Sometimes I wonder; what exactly is a monster? Is it really something to be feared, or is it something to be respected? Is that frightening, ...

This is part five in the By the Fire's Light series. Mira Grolinsky sat at her desk in the hotel room sorting through stacks of paper. A biographer by trade, she was used to gathering large ...

It was nearing midnight, and the air was rapidly cooling. It was silent but for the few cars passing by, and the wind rustling trees. I looked around outside once more before shutting the front door ...

Um... hi there. I guess you could say I'm writing this as a cautionary tale to those who plan on studying abroad in future. I don't mean to discourage you from going in the first place, ...

When I was a kid, my family and I lived in a modest house in West Virginia. As I said, it was quite small and there was a large forest behind my house. I was pretty ...