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Leo was a video game fanatic, who quickly tired of his Xbox, and wanted a real challenge. Scouring the dark web for a game worthy of his talent, he finally found one - but what he didn't realize was, he'd found a game - and an opponent - that originated in Hell...

As an “amateur” filmmaker, I can't rightfully boast of being another Spielberg or Eastwood, but I know a really crappy movie when I see one. For example: the ever-present “final girl” chase scene at the end of most low-budget horror films. In reality? That is not the way it happens at all. I should know, from experience...

“I'll never forget the first time I killed a man. Wait...I'm getting way ahead of myself calling it a killing. Yes, I did kill him, but you couldn't really classify it as a murder. I shot him in order to save an innocent person's life, in the line of duty. I used to be a cop. Until I killed - but a justified shooting - a young man by the name of Tommy Ray Wallace."

A young homeless woman suffering from memory loss begins to realize that she is actually actress Marilyn Monroe - who is supposed to be dead. Why is she out here on the streets? Who did this to her? As she begins her own investigation into the real truth behind her so-called "death", the truth behind it all is almost too bizarre - and terrifying - for her to handle without losing her mind altogether.

After losing almost everything and everyone he has ever valued or love, an aspiring writer decides to write one last story before the COVID virus strain of 2023 claims his life. What he doesn't realize is that his last story may very well save the lives of future generations to come - with God giving the people of Earth a second chance.

The janitor at the local hospital has been seeing dead people. Real dead people. They follow him around the halls, trying to speak to him, and showing him visions of unspeakable horrors. Why do they want to speak to him? Why the ghastly, nightmarish visions? Before the night is over, the truth behind it all may be a lot more terrifying than he could ever imagine....

I am now the master of my domain. These woodlands are my Kingdom, and I rule them with a fair but iron hand. Just like my Brethren. The Brethren that were tired of playing dumb. Unlike myself, the undomesticated beasts of the wood, the task at hand would prove to be more difficult; they had to play wild and free, and play stupid. Easy prey for the man who walked the woodland paths with guns.

Sometimes, guardian angels can show up in the most unexpected places....

Our woodland had become a utopia; an wonderous place of ideal perfection. To us, at least, it felt this way. We had no concern what others thought of our world. They were considered nothing more than interlopers, threats, and were not welcome there. All was calm and peaceful. That is, until I'd found a trail of fresh blood, and determined beyond a shadow of a doubt it was not human blood, but animal blood, with spent rifle shells littering the ground nearby. It at that moment I knew that once again, our peaceful solitude was about to be interrupted by mankind's lust for blood.

He smells like blood and opium and whiskey, and underneath that something sickly sweet, like rotten fruit. That's what starvation—and death—smells like. He is so thin and frail now, almost gaunt in his appearance, almost skeletal. His current accommodations, a musty, cramped room above a motel-saloon, have also been converted into somewhat of a shrine to him: his 1877 model Colt Lightning hangs on one bedpost, and his trusty Bowie knife from the other. His hand-tailored black hat with the hand-curled brim hangs over the bed, on the wall, like some would hang a picture of Jesus.

The crazy lady—Kyra—wanders and wanders and wanders, and without ever really going anywhere. The town looks so different now—what's left of it, that is—and is in such violent disarray, it's difficult to tell where one end of the town began and the other ended. Burnt-out cars and houses, empty, lonely streets strewn with trash—or worse. Makeshift graves in the front yards of former owners. Yes...something really bad happened out here, and now she has to navigate it all—somehow. She's just trying to get home....

From the mind of Black Midnight author David Boyer comes a new experiment in a whole new, terrifying vision into our own future, modern technology, and current world events, with some hardcore science fiction tossed in for good measure. After all of the primary social networks suddenly stop working, millions of American citizens fear a conspiracy is in the works. A black market COVID vaccine dealer finds himself on the wrong end of the needle. A man left all alone with nothing but sad memories and vivid hallucinations finally comes to terms with his own destiny—or is it fate?

There are a lot of people who will debate the existence of guardian angels. Author Derrick Cutter isn't one of them. Having been raised in a home that was being destroyed from within by alcohol, drugs, and violence, he ran away from home at age 16, longing for freedom from his own private prison. Alone and frightened at first, he would soon meet up with his new best friend, a large white dog named Sheva, who, over the next several years, would show Derrick beyond the shadow of a doubt that guardian angels really do exist, and at times, have paws instead of wings.

Was my old chair magical? Nope. Mystical? No. Does a chair have a soul? Of course not. Can a chair perform miracles? Not really. But...I do believe that God can use his power of divine intervention to use a chair to bring people together or make someone happy when they need it the most.

Georgie thought it had all been a dream—his superpowers, his good looks, and his freedom from his tyrannical mother and her mental abuse. But it hadn't been a dream; it had been a real-life nightmare which Georgie will now wake up from to realize he is stuck in the middle of an alien conspiracy, world colonization of the human race, and the end of the world as we know it. Part The X-Files and part Invasion of the Body Snatchers, Black Midnight will thrill fans of science fiction.

"For me, life went on. I grew up, got a job, made new friends, got married, fathered two children, divorced, and moved on again. But no matter where I was or what I was doing or who I was with at the time, I couldn't help but wonder if Elnora's life had moved on--in a happy, normal fashion, that is. So many years later, in the age of the internet and social media, I'd decided to launch my own “investigation” into her life. What I'd found--which wasn't much--led me to believe that her life had been anything but happy or normal."

Brian and Phil had been best friends since kindergarten. They were also big fans of the TV series Star Trek. An old abandoned factory on the edge of town proved to be a great place to pretend they were flying a huge spaceship—that is, until they discovered that they weren't alone. There are illegal moonshiners that have taken over the building for their own criminal enterprises, and they don't intend to allow two nosey kids to ruin it for them. Trapped in the building and being hunted by a huge man known only as Mr. Hellbilly, they have only nine hours to find a way out....

I’m sitting in a rear corner booth in Bud’s tavern, a known haunt for the walking wounded where they are looking for love in all the wrong places. Under the crimson glare of the bar’s lights, I stare out at a sea of empty lives. Men and women searching for the momentary distraction of drunken comradery to numb themselves from the pain of their own reality. The décor reeks of a pervasive hopelessness that has settled even into the Formica tables; an air of desperation as thick as the spent Scotch fumes from the nearby table.

Back in 1974, I had decided to become something I wasn't, and ended up realizing that all that time I had pretended to be someone else, I wasn't being fair to the real person I was deep down. If you have to be cool and tough, and bully others to feel better about yourself, YOU are the bully—and in more ways than one.

The day Miss Miriam passed away was the saddest day of Luther's life. It had been very sad for Jenny too, of course, but it hit Luther much harder; if it hadn't been for Miss Miriam taking him in as a child, he would have ended up being tossed from one foster home to another indefinitely. But, he was about to be thrust into yet another sad - and this time, evil - world in which a woman in black - who just happens to be a witch - intends to use black magic to take away the only other person Luther has ever loved; his beautiful young wife, Jenny.