Stacy sighed in frustration as she tried her card in the door for the third time but still, the double red lights flashed at her. Why the hell didn't the damn keycard work? She stood, tired and irritated, attempting in vain to open her hotel room door. She'd been worn out from the flight from New York to Los Angeles and she needed respite from the two layov...
Kris prowled restlessly around the dark room, no windows, a steel door, locked and barred from the other side. Not a sliver of light could penetrate the interior of his room. No furniture for comfort, nothing that he could use to escape. Time had no meaning within the confines of the dark room. He could feel that darkness had fallen, just as he could feel t...
This is a five-part "tandem" story, written by two writers (Katherine English and Steven Whitman). Part V: Her The chill of the air conditioning assails my flesh as I feel my clothing part and my skin attempt to adapt to its altered state. My blouse...my favorite...a Victorian dream, lays in tatters about my feet. All that is left are my stockings, held i...
Apologies to H.P. Lovecraft, whose masterful writings served as the inspiration for this terrifying tale of macabre erotic horror... I. The Dreadful Machine The pen trembles as I write this with a shaking hand, an infinite sense of overwhelming dread stealing over my very bones as I await the inevitable end to stumble forth from the dead shadows to claim m...
The sound of water dripping from stalactites echoed through the cavernous depth. Pale white things with too many legs scurried away from the dim green light given off by the crystal in Amina's deep brown hand. She swallowed, eyes flicking to each and every opening in the cave walls. Waiting for something to leap out at her. Her hand curled around the hilt of...
Don't do it. Don't jump. The man leaped from the bridge's rail, plummeting... plummeting... plummeting into the icy river in terrifying slow motion.. His body disappeared for what seemed an interminable amount of time, then bobbed to the surface amidst the hostile waters, tossing about as if in the middle of an angry mob. His hands flailed in an effort to...
Alexander stirred; sleep falling away from him gently as he became more and more lucid. 'No dreams.' The import of his first thought of the day struck him fully. It had been years since dreams, more like nightmares, had not roused him at least once during the night. In his contentment, he pulled the warm body in his arms closer, the gentle murmur of its ow...
Harry's notes, Chapter 6: The last line of chapter 5 reads, "And then the world changed for both of them." To say nothing of how it changes for Oldman; no longer is he restricted to Harry's thoughts and comments; he will play a larger part now. I have an oil painting inspired by this chapter that I think would make good cover art for the book but have no id...
"Take a seat, Janice," the braintech said, gesturing toward the chair. I sighed in resignation, as I always disliked being connected to that machine, but knew that it was critical that my every experience and thought from my latest assignment be extracted and stored and analyzed by what was rumored to be the most elaborate, complex, and thorough computer eve...
"Come ON Kate! Hurry up! Before someone comes!" Natalie beckoned urgently to the young woman standing further down the hall from her as she held the bathroom door open, straining not to giggle, her voice barely audible over the thrumming music coming from the rowdy crowd just outside. Lady's night tended to get a little wild here, and they couldn't expect...