The middle of winter was not the best time to be traveling down the old road headed for a hospital rumored to be haunted. Then again, it didn’t matter much to me at the time, sitting in the toasty Ford truck speeding along the old country road. My head leaned against the cold window, light from fatigue after a whole day of preparing for this trip. I’d done so much research on this place that I could practically recite its history from day one of its origins.   The old Baskerv...

She watched the clouds roll across a blood-red sky, the same winds that fueled their journey blowing through her dark hair. Her face was pointed in one direction, the west of the river of dark crimson that flowed beneath her. She gazed not in horror, but in satisfaction of the sight preparing itself a whole world away. In her hands was a letter that she held closely to prevent the harsh winds from stealing it. She listened to the thick water below swirling about in the dark red life, beg...

The headlights had turned off, along with the interior lights. Dark had set in over the small town below the cliff overlooking it, but the dark wasn't the focus of the two inside the car. In fact, not much was their focus at all. Savannah jumped, her lips parting from Patrick's. She didn't know where the chill came from in her body but it sent a bolt down her spine and now she sat embarrassed at the motion. She smiled and looked away, relieved when she felt his hand slip into the palm of hers...

Susan’s heels clicked loudly on the tile floor of the hallway, dimly lit from only every other rectangular light in the high ceiling. She almost dropped the large calculus book in her hands, but recovered in time to save it from crashing to the ground. The hallway was empty of any university students and dead silent. That was definitely an advantage to her. The time was way past lights out in the campus and the last thing she needed before returning to Brian’s dorm was someone running off to ...

The man was one of many but considered to be only one of a few. He was a simple man with a complex life. He was a sniper. It was his job, his duty, to keep himself steady in the most dangerous and ruthless conditions. He gripped the ridged handle of the rifle and placed the butt into his shoulder, taking care that the framework became a third arm to him, held and supported by his other two. He did this with the consistency and smoothness of a man who had done so many times before. He had deli...

Love is cheaper than bullets.