Julie’s cooking up some trouble. Hopefully, she’s finished before her girlfriend gets home. — The knife slipped through Fred’s neck like she was cutting butter with a hot knife, severing his carotid artery. The amount of blood spewing from the wound shocked Julie at first. She didn’t have time to ponder the situation. She still had three men blindfolded, gagged, and tied to kitchen…

Another round before I go. — “Frankie, I’ll take another one,” George said to the barkeep. “And leave the bottle this time. It’s been a bad decade.” Frankie, used to George’s antics, eyed the old man up and down and said, “Money up front, George. I spotted you last time, but I can’t do it again…

On a dark, moonlit night, the horseman ride. Pray they don’t ride for you. — Even with the light of a full moon streaming through the pine trees’ branches, Joey heard the clip-clop-clack of the horses before he could see them. When the riders appeared like spectres out of the light mist swirling between the evergreens, he didn’t recognize them. …

A tragic life ravaged and left in the ditch on the road to ruin. — Fake wood panelling, a wall-to-wall shag rug, and a broken-down bed with unidentifiable stains and Magic Fingers were all the room offered Cassie. But it was enough. For now. Marc promised it wouldn’t be for long. Only until they hit a big score. …

Running gets you nowhere, fast. But with the law on your ass, it’s better than staying still. — Kathy covered her mouth, the dust of the road filling her lungs as she coughed loudly. With one hand on the wheel and his heel to the steel, Frankie reached back and grabbed another can of Pabst. He handed it to Kathy, taking the time to ogle her breasts in…

With every great disaster comes the hope of rebirth. Renewal. Revitalize. And the Great New York City Fire of 2025 was no different. “When the fire ended, and the radiation dissipated, we lost everything. Noone believed civilization would ever return here, to what had once been the cradle of all…

If Leo can date babes under 25, so can Fred and Joe. At least they believe they can. — The Flying Penguin’s the hippest joint on the strip. Everybody who’s anybody must be seen there, and according to the internet, it’s the place to go to find young, drunk, willing pussy. At least according to the websites Fred had Googled. Like every other Friday night, the crowd was enormous…

True love doesn’t see age. It only sees how big the wallet is. — Yvette slipped naked out the bedroom door, not worrying about being quiet, as Johann’s snores reverberated throughout the apartment. He always snored after drinking heavily, and they had spent the night with champagne and vodka toasts all evening, celebrating her thirtieth birthday. She lay down on the couch, covering herself…

The shadows beacon, but I must keep my resolve. I must stay my course, lit only by the lantern of my soul. 31st October, 1785 My dearest Gertrude, Interrupted by the pale, yellow light of my flickering lamp, the shadow lay long and black. They danced in the faint glow…