Mist filled the land of death, cooling the ever cold terrain. The terrain was large and covered with buildings, mountains and lakes that are no longer in the land above. In the dark misty place below earth.

Dead things go.

Because this is the underworld.

When in the world of the dead, the way to leave is to die which here means to live. Everything here is switched from normal reality. It’s sort...

Author thought this day was different then any other, though he tried to begin it the same way. His wife has gone on a business trip off to the coast and wasn’t coming back for around a month.

Around noon, he sat out on his porch with a steaming cup of coffee in his right hand. He sat and looked out to the large pond in his back yard. He swirled the coffee in his hand as he thought on what could...

The grandfather clock stuck midnight as the sound echoed throughout the park. Not many people were even out tonight to hear the clock, though some people were.

Cinderella with a beauty that only lasts to midnight, came stumbling and rushing her way out of the park at the sound of the chimes. She ran and ran not even glancing behind her.

She ran to the stairs then down them. And she kept running...

In the heart shape box a mother kept all her daughters teeth, in the cleanest condition. She collected them like one collecting rocks, storing them all in a special container.

Her daughter was asleep, and had been for months and years now. Peacefully laying in the hospital bed with the heart meter on the wall beeping with clear consistency. The mother visited her every day, hoping for some sign ...

Pods hovered throughout the sky. Humming as they went by, covering the sun like moths to a flame.

The streets were empty today and the roads were full. And that’s how Fumble got there first.

Why Fumble was not driving at this very hour was because he had always been a slow driver not because he was bad at driving in general, but because he didn’t trust the car he drove. He drove an old pod his ...

The smell of fresh and new cleaning products swam into my nostrils as I walked forward, into the museum. The inside was bright, yet ever so dusty as I continued walking.

For some odd reason, there was nothing really on the old green walls. It seemed almost like the wall itself was the art piece, yet I knew that was far from the untold truth. And the very reason I knew, was because there was a sin...

I sat with my lighter in my hand flickering it on and off, then on and off again. Other then my lighter flicking, the room was dark and dusty.

The phone on the bedside table buzzed, lighting up and showing the name

“Mark Heisenberg, FBI”

This was, unfortunately, a more of a normal call then non. Mark had helped me get my name out of several cases and made sure I kept my job. ...