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Alex Gregory watched as his only daughter, Tabitha, rode her bike down the street headed for school. He had been immensely concerned for her emotional well-being since the three bodies were found in the area of Bartlett Woods behind their home over the past summer. Alex knew that Tabitha had always been an extremely empathetic child, but this was the worst he’d ever seen her; she had become obsessed with what had happened to the three teenagers that had been out exploring the woods on a July ...

My Aunt Frieda used to say that she could foretell the weather better than any meteorologist, just by the twinges in her elbows and knees. I would laugh and nod, mostly just to humor her, but I actually thought it was ridiculous. Weather was never something I thought about or really even considered from day to day. When you grew up in the Florida Everglades, weather was the same every day; hot, humid, sticky and guaranteed rain at lease once a day for ten minutes or more. So on that last day...

Everyone has, at one point in their life, a brush with greatness, a brush with destiny, maybe even a brush with death. Its also pretty certain, that given some time to reflect, one could even recall a moment in their life when they stood face to face with evil. I know a few people that would even argue that any of the above mentioned moments, could be construed as evil, but I am not one of them. In my instance, evil touched my life in the form of a girl named Dana. Originally, Dana and I met...

It’s been a while since I’ve updated, and that is mostly due to work load. It was tremendous through August. I didn’t work on the story, well, a little but nothing concrete. I did go out and buy some reference material. A few books on writing, a dictionary and thesaurus. Doesn’t hurt, right? A few new ideas have surfaced, but once again, nothing concrete. I feel a bout of writer’s block, even though I always thought you actually had to be a writer first. I am in spirit, but have nothing but j...

That night at dinner, I asked Derrick how his meeting had gone. He said that he got the account, and that this particular client was very high maintenance. I honestly wasn’t mad at Derrick for lying to me. How could I be when I had been lying to him for weeks too? After he was finishing eating, he rose from the table and was going to his office to go through some paper work. About twenty minutes later, I went to his study and stood in the door way watching him shuffle through some papers. “De...