Part 1 In a past life I was a psychiatrist. Well, let me rephrase that. Before my life fell to pieces I was a psychiatrist, and a damned good one too. It's tough to really say what makes a psychiatrist "good" at what they do, but...

Being a programmer, one of my dreams has always been to create an original video game, something that nobody in the industry has done before. After seeing Spore, I became intrigued. Here was an attempt at putting people in control over a universe. After looking at...

Marie Thibodeaux (1801-1881) was a remarkable woman. She was kind, intelligent, headstrong, and never once told a lie. She was also a Voodoo High Priestess. She lived her entire life in New Orleans, establishing a reputation from an early age as a potent healer and clairvoyant. People...

Howard Krugler, a famous actor, sat in his car. The chrome vehicle rested upon the right shoulder of the highway. It was a fancy car, one of the new 2014 models. Shiny exterior, leather interior. All Howard felt towards the vehicle at the moment was...

It must have been the most run-down, filth-ridden, motel room I had ever seen – the kind of place where cockroaches didn’t feel the need to scatter at the flash of a light bulb. I wouldn’t be surprised if a whole civilization of the nasty...

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned,” she giggled as she traced her fingers across his chest. Heather Wilson; she was young, much younger than him. Eighteen to be exact, the singularity of youth and maturity, or at...

Let me begin by saying that I absolutely hate running. It’s not so much the grueling, physical aspect but it is just so boring to me. It’s a pointless activity, unless you do it for sport or you’re trying to lose weight or something like...

“Houston, come in. This is UN Space Station Libra. Come in, Houston.” No reply, just like every other time. I throw the receiver in disgust, the weightless environment causing it to float mockingly in front of my face at the end of its retention strap. I'm...

In the sleepy town of Windarm, a street where no one goes, a child of wondrous prying was deadened in crooked pose. His name was Samuel Craven a boy no older than ten, sneaking out from the safety of his home, a reluctant one then. The breeze of the night engulfed him as he...