by Tex Malone Everyone agreed, even the most practical: the elevator in Building 7 was haunted. Every woman who rode it alone to the 7th ...

by Mary Ellen DiMaggio “Order the rice pudding,” said the nostalgic voice. "No," replied the rational voice, "you don’t ev...

by Dylan Scott-Channing He told me to eat more carrots, avoid pyramid schemes, and never trust a man who carries a saxophone but doesn...

by Trish Saunders One day, I will live in a kitchenette flat even smaller than this one. My hair will be coarse and dark gray, like my ap...

by R.K. West Jennifer thought it would be fun to write erotica under a pen name, so she carefully studied everything she found online. So...