Tabitha sat up in her bed from a nightmare. She was in a cold sweat despite the room being rather warm. She couldn’t shake the feeling of dread she was awoken with. Throwing the blankets off her as she sat on the edge of the bed, she held her head in her hands. What had caused such a feeling of dread? She looked at the digital clock on the nightstand next to her. It read 2:35 am. Then she heard her bedroom door open to reveal the monster of a man that had been killing young women in their homes standing there in front of her. “How do you want to die?” She heard him call out. Tabitha reached for her gun and found it missing. This was it, she was going to die. That was what the feeling of dread was. She didn’t have time to answer him as he pointed her own gun at her and fired it. She had one last thought as she died, “At least my death wasn’t in vain.”

Yike$? I'm sold ... No really lol 😂 I'm sold..... Yike$? I'm sold ... No really lol 😂 I'm sold..... Yike$? I'm sold ... No really lol 😂 I'm sold.....

Chapter One: An introduction to Buster, his posse called "The Family" and to Jonah Wallace. A conversation between old friends, memories of a past yet to be explored and a poor barkeep, caught in the middle. This is where we begin our story. This is not where Buster's Odyssey begins...

Everyone in Maple Hollow trusted Harold Weems. He fixed neighbors' cars for free, brought brownies to church, and never raised his voice. But behind his garden shed door was a horror the town never saw coming-until the day Emily Martin disappeared. What police found buried beneath his roses would uncover the town's darkest secret.

Kat feels as if she's waking up; seeing Archie's life and lolly's death from a new perspective. She wishes sometimes that she had never seen her own face in the mirror.

Jason's eyes snapped open. He was sure he'd heard something-soft footsteps in the hallway, followed by the faint click of a door latch. He sat up in bed, heart racing. His door was supposed to be locked. He crept toward it, holding his breath. The handle sightly warm, as if someone had just touched it. Down the hall, the red "EXIT sign flickered. No one was there. But he swore he heart a faint jingle. Keys. Someone had been inside. And they had the master key.

My story includes going to George Mason and having a good time and being with friends. I do love school.

The fun times are ahead of us and my books are on amazon and barnesandnoble by Will Coakley. I love what the future holds.

Some stories fade with time. Others linger like ghosts. On a crisp October night in 1998, Lily Graves-a quiet, artistic teenager from the small town of Locust Hollow- vanished without a sound. Her bedroom was locked from the inside. No one saw her leave. No one ever saw her again. What remains is a diary, a haunting final entry...and a town still asking questions. This is the story of The Vanishing of Lily Graves- a true crime mystery wrapped in silence, shadows, and suspicion.

Fun times are ahead of us and everyone should look forward to the future. I do believe that great times are ahead of us.

The bare minimum requirement of being a father in my opinion is to protect your children. That is the most natural, instinctual traight givin to us (men) by god when It comes to our kids. The majority of the time , we never have to truly put those skills to the test . But what happens when the boogie man really does show up to take your babies. No warning no time to train or prepare. This writing will be a first hand look into the real David vs Goliath story , it will give a glimpse into just how corrupt our country really is and how little importance our society places on the father child relationship.

Eli lives fast and parties hard, but heroin pulls him down a dark path of isolation, shame, and regret.

Forensic archaeology merges modern science with historical inquiry to uncover hidden truths, solve cold cases, and dismantle long-standing myths about the past.

6 years old and alone. Tradgic hit her families home and now she is forced to stay with her aunt....

6 year old trying to stay a float whie living with her auntie after a tradgic fell on her own home...

part two of the little girl who had a tradgedy strike her house and it will forever change her life.

6 years old and left alone. Tradgedy strikes at a 6 year old. She has to figure out how to cope and move forward with her life.

ok so the poem is about a bloody rose in which the bloody rose resembles a love, the poem is a mix of mystery crime and romance

This is a snippet of the full backstory of my OC, Noa/Nickolas. The part you'll be reading is new at the end of his backstory, which I do have typed out and am willing to share if you so please.

Buckle up, Saran — here's a chaotic, unfiltered list of 200 funny names that toe the line between dad joke, chaotic neutral, and internet nonsense. Use ‘em for characters, usernames, alter egos, or that secret second life you’ve always dreamed of.