Plant Fiction

Welcome to Scaredy Spider! This story takes us into the world of a little clan of tiny spiders who sing their songs of adventure, and one tiny spider in particular, who rolls into a little ball every time a new adventure appears. Until this time, where he finds himself in his own adventure, discovering his true abilities. This story reminds us about how even the scarediest of creatures can take little tiny steps that might even lead to large grand adventures.

H Is for Hell is the eighth book in an epic series of 26 horror anthologies. In this book, you will find a collection of 13 horrific tales from some of the most talented independent horror writers on the scene today. Each tale brings to life a different vision of Hell, each unlike anything you have heard before. H Is for Hell will take you to the depths of the Underworld, and you may not return unscathed.

Night Tales Poetry from Beyond. From the minds of Steven Plant and Gail Noble. A great book if you like poetry.

These women in white are a type of ghostly spirit creature that commonly frightened men, women, and children. They have existed for centuries and appear all over the world. As ghosts they possess enhanced strength and speed, surpassing that of any human being.

Lord Samuel Keaton refuses to take part in any Christmas festivities, the memories of a tragic and terrible event a few years earlier haunting the festive season. Miss Clara Covington has loved Lord Samuel Keaton ever since she first set eyes on him. A long-time friend of his sister, Elizabeth, Clara yearns for something more than friendship with Samuel.

Lord Philip Keating is hosting a house party, which includes his particular favorite, Miss Ada Rivers. He finds her attractive and witty, and is hopeful that she will accept his request to court her once they return to town. Miss Ada Rivers has loved Lord Keating for a long time and is hopeful that he too, is beginning to care for her. She accepts his attentions happily, whilst her mother vastly approves of the connection.

Holding onto tin helmets, obscured vision through suffocating gas masks, tumultuous clouds of debris tumbling through a convoluted, mid-night sky from above, the girls scampered from installation to installation, from shelter to shelter in an attempt to, time the speed and distance of descending shells with a futile delusion of child like imagination.