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Murdered by her own mother, Baby Magdalene, now a wandering spirit, has to determine whether to forgive her mother or to continuing hating the most loveless mother in the world.

The Most Loveless Mother In The World

They, the police officers and Mama, were all cold, wet, and sad as they formed a human wall around my tiny coffin. When I could feel things, like human emotions, I was sad, too. I cried all the time. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. Maybe if I did—know what to do, that is—she would have loved me. She, being my mama, she never loved me. She never wanted me. She never needed me the way some mamas need their children, even when those children have had children of their own.

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The gunman stood only a few feet away from her. Caught in the mist of a robbery, Shelley has to decide whether to hand over the money (like she’s been trained to do) or fight back, something she’s never done before.

Scared Rabbit

Seeing the gun in his hand didn’t frighten Shelley, at least not at first. Growing up in a small town like Finley, most folks owned a gun or two. When they weren’t being used for hunting or on display at gun shows, town folks usually stored their guns and rifles safely away.

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Melissa has spent her entire life preparing for her wedding day. She’s a beautiful princess about to marry her handsome prince. Everything is perfect, except for one thing. Melissa doesn’t love Shawn.  Will Melissa go ahead with the wedding?

I Do?

Be careful what you wish for,
because you might just get it.

This was it…that rare, sweet, precious moment when a dream no longer teetered between fantasy and manifestation, but slipped quietly into reality or at least some form of tangible matter. My long awaited wish had finally come true. I was euphoric! Life was suddenly beautiful, charming and magical. For I, Melissa Ann Faraday, would from this day forward live happily ever after.

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As the clock reaches 5 a.m., tensions mound, the doors finally open. The only thing standing between Allison and what she wants (a plasma TV) is the lone security guard…she just accidentally trampled. Now, Allison has to decide whether go for the TV or help a fellow human being?

Ignorance and Want: The Death of Christmas

Every year, Allison took the Friday after Thanksgiving off (from work) just for this purpose. Since she was a junior in high school, the same year the first Mega-Shopper store opened its doors in Emerald City, they’d been coming here. A dozen years later, Allison considered their meeting in Row D of the Mega-Shopper parking lot on Black Friday at 2 a.m. a sort of family reunion. With her two sisters, Roxanne and Patricia, and their mother, Frances, they eagerly joined roughly three hundred other early bird shoppers who’d formed a makeshift line along the side of the store.

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Jeanie loves the house with the spirits of the previous homeowner still roaming about. Liam, Jeanie’s husband, hates the idea of living in a place where a murder took place. Can Jeanie talk Liam into buying The Murder House?

The Murder House

Liam was absolutely positive that he didn’t want to see the house, but Jeanie tricked him. They had just viewed a two-bedroom ranch-style house on Highland Street when she suggested, jokingly of course, that they take a quick peek inside the murder house since they were in the area. It would be fun she told him as she caressed his hand and followed with a playful wink. Just pulling up to the driveway gave Liam chills. He almost didn’t get out of the car.  But Jeanie and Gayle, their real estate agent, had already stepped onto the porch.

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After learning that his wife is pregnant with their sixth child, Charlie puts his long awaited escape plan into action. But leaving his sassy wife, rambunctious kids and a mountain of debt behind may not be as simple as Charlie thinks.

The Great Cigarette Escape

Leaning against the post—the one with splinters like porcupine quills—Charlie stared at the fading sunset. He yearned for the day when he too could melt like fallen ice cream upon a warm sidewalk. If I were Houdini, thought Charlie, I would say a few magic words, tease the audience and puff, I’d be a happy, single man again—free—free of wife, free of kids, free of responsibilities I never wanted. But there were no magic words or a slick vanishing act that would free Charlie from being Charles Kennedy, husband, father and would-be escape artist.

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