Stanford University graduation was in full swing as unsuspecting Tyrone mingled with the honors program. The dim lighting…
The Friday night lights had just flickered out, leaving behind a trail of dust and the sweet scent…
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the suburban neighborhood, Jack couldn’t…
Cyn lit the final black candle with her tongue. The wick flared, casting eerie shadows on the crumbling…
Dear Future Slave, You were wise to approach me on your knees—where you belong. And you were even…