Scars That Teach Terrible Lessons
She stood at the marked spot. The mirror was perfect. Her face was adorned with a petite, well-shaped nose, glowing skin, shining
Freedom at Midnight
The closed room was hot, humid, and heavy with agonizing shrieks. None of the women in the room batted an eyelid.
With Hopes of Life
The suffocating sting of smoke and the cacophony of panic-ridden screams jerked Jayanti awake from her tablet-induced slumber. The ferocious thudding of
The Dark and Stormy Night
I love those dark and stormy nights, perfectly suited to scare the hell out of selfish, evil humans, especially the ones like