The traffic out of the city is bad. Seems everyone is happy going nowhere. The car windows are down. I keep the car pointed forward in spite of the traffic. A red light makes me pause. ...

In the immediate past, Hawaiians used the moon for navigation purposes.  MacLane, wearing a loose fitting tropical shirt, only wants to use it to charm the pants off his date.  Anything to take his mind off of Bianca.  That girl is nothing but trouble ...

Welcome to the Daytona 500, the Superbowl of motor racing,” the announcer’s voice booms onto the track. “Pace Yourself,” Jon “Neon” Nox says as a reminder.  He tightens his grip on the steering wheel and notices for the first time that afternoon  ...

Another Time", is a story behind multiple situations that all people deal with daily, such as relationships, struggles in life and the need to be more then what we currently are. Within time we eventually find what we've all been looking for, to belong, to ...

Tim Ashburg, curly-headed and face full of freckles, closes his eyes.  It’s been a day. The first day back is always rough. But, as a sophomore, there’s something different.  His high school sucks. And the homework is just ...

Getting lost in the cemetery was not Haley’s idea of a good time.  Damn it, Frank, she thought to herself as she untangled her tennis shoes from yet another thorny patch of weeds.  A girl has her limits.  And, out here on a moonless night on Friday the 13th  ...

"Dan Dare, a high school freshman in love with a junior, knows that he has to do it.  He must make his presence known to the girl of his dreams  ...

Do you always drive by night?" She said, looking at him with a worrying gaze. "Yes." He took a drag from his half burned cigarette while gazing the city lights below. "Isn't that dangerous? Especially in your line of work?" She turned her eyes to the city ...

This city breathes steel and spits fire.  It is a dangerous place where even the strong struggle.  But it is not without melody.  You hear its voice caught falling from the night.  Sleeping with the windows open, you feel fully aware and alive.  The highs in its  ...

What if a form of control was manufactured through a synthetic new blood. 
Recipients of this blood would only find out too late to change their fate.
 Pumping cautiously through the veins of its host; taking hold like the gentle ebbing of the tide. Imprisoned from the inside, there’s no chance to escape the New Blood ...