Fucking zombies. The one thing I swore I would never live to see. But here I am. I slice my sword left, right into the damn thing’s shoulder. The person, if I can even call it that, doesn’t slow, reaching for me with shriveled fingers. His gaze is unfocused and a cloudy white, like the ...

Good Morrow, Dear Reader! The Narrator here. Do you like stories? What about stories within stories? I do. I love them. In fact, I gobble them up like treacle tart on a rainy Tuesday, and sometimes I eat so many, they leak out of my ears, and tickle the ends of my whiskers. Oh yes ...

NYC summer felt alien to Lacey; it was like a different world. Heat radiated from the pavement, a thick air hung heavy, and people bustled through it. When she walked the city, she wasn’t used to seeing the type of crowd sizes she saw. Every inch of sidewalk in view seemed maxed out with patrons ...

Yes, in ancient history, the poet Hesiod was one of the first figures to discuss love as a powerful force capable of emerging from Chaos itself and affecting both gods and mortals. Some suggest that hate is its twin sentiment, but I digress. Its sister is anger — an emotion equally intense and explosive. My ...

I spend the rest of my Greek vacation relaxing at the spa and on the beach with my escort. We indulge in massages, hot tubs, saunas, bocce ball, and playing in the ocean’s waves. I feel a tremendous sense of relief. No more bothering thoughts of Miss Jessica, Fizz, or the island. In the end, ...

I stumble to the Hydra, clinging to Sophie’s arm. My vision swims as crew members rush to ready as many available submersibles as possible. I blink away my tears as my seatbelt clicks into place. Xander and Nathan are talking, but I can’t discern them past the ringing in my ears. A loud pop pulls ...

In my teenage years, I became obsessed with vampires. Bram Stoker’s “Dracula” with his unique talent of devouring the lives of others, resonated in my thoughts and dreams. Later on, my mannerisms began to resemble his. When I killed my father, I realized the energizing powers of draining a human’s vital fluids. Dracula used his ...

Something is on fire. The alarm sings its wailing song through the Griffin. “We’ve got a breach in the bow.” A crewmember barges into the room, soaking wet. “I’ve sealed the affected compartments. It should hold for the time being.” “That’s good. Keep me posted if anything changes.” Xander exhales as the alert cuts off. ...

Luna paced the deck in her quarters until the hunter-green carpet turned a dusty shade of moss. The argument with Astor flickered in her mind like the light of a pulsar, its intensity re-surging as soon as it subsided. Her eyes stung with bitter tears that refused to fall. The memory of the pain plastered ...

Eddie drums his fingers on a nearby AUV. “Did you guys see it? Is it dead?” “We did.” Xander smacks his lips together. “Not hardly.” I struggle out of the Hydra, Xander catching me as I stumble. “You okay, Em?” “Yeah, missed a step.” I smile, my cheeks warm. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” Xander plants ...