He had had that dream again. He had dreamed about that walk and the ice sculpture many times. But this was the first ...

The words from the poem mirrored the scene in front of him. "Two roads diverged in a wood," he recited aloud. "Which ...

Dave had placed an add just the week before in the personals. His fetish wasn't the most obscure among those looking ...

There's somebody standing in the corner of my room. Well, "standing" may be the wrong word. There's someone IN the c...

He likes his own room, but he likes mine more. He's five. Half the time, if he had his way he would climb back insi...

There's somebody standing in the corner of my room. That's what she told me most days and as normal, I ignored her. I...