Let me start by telling you that I'm not too fond of cats. I never have. They always seem to have an ulterior motive. They quickly shift from purring playfulness to attacking apex predators. I used to call them "demons" as a joke. It is no longer a joke.

I am sitting on the kitchen floor with a knife firmly in my hand, pointing at the cat. His eyes are glowing red, and his fur is standing up. If ...

John found a letter next to the bag. Both were on his desk next to the morning coffee. His business partner, Mike, normally left him a coffee, but John had not seen him this morning. He took a sip of the coffee. It was his usual, so maybe he just missed Mike.

The bag was a medium sized drawstring bag made of well worn leather. John could imagine it as a prop for some medieval or steampunk movie. ...

She didn't lookup up from the cracks in the sidewalk, nor did she turn down the street to go home. Instead, she just kept walking.

"Inivisible," Jamie repeated to herself. "Be invisible."

She walked briskly, but not too fast. She didn't want to draw any more attention to herself than she already had. If she was lucky, nobody would notice her.

"Jamie?" she heard from behind her. "Hey Jamie, wa...