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Sarris, an escaped slave, must make his way to safety and avoid the king's men. Falling in with the People of the Wood, he learns that only the legendary Blade of Anslor can save himself and his new friends from the wrath of the king and his evil plans. The sword lies far away and has not been seen for so long that it's existence can only be hoped for.

Heather buys a house that many swear is inhabited by the spirit of a child murderer, but she doesn't know the extent of things nor believe the rumors. When more happens than she can explain, she seeks out the history of the house. Will she sacrifice herself for the only family she has, or will he be the very instrument for Adams to rise from the dead and resume his bloody work?

A Short Story: Ginny hates her job so much that she can't wait to get away for a while. In the Swiss Alps, Ginny finds much more than she bargains for and must fight for her life against the cursed inhabitants seeking human flesh. How will she survive? How will she make it off the mountain?

Sometimes, an anniversary means something, part of a deal that the dead make to come back. Tony Boldomero, upon hearing of "The Hatchet Man of Bullskin," decides that he has to investigate the grave of the folklore killer, a man who supposedly slit his wife's throat and hacked his own children to pieces. He and his gf don't believe that anyone could come back, but he learns the truth of zombies.

This is the seemingly tall tale of the outlaw so brutal that the Devil would be ashamed to mention his name and the lawman determined to bring him to justice, whether that be the jailhouse or the graveyard.

We're all just created, debated, chewed up, eaten, spit out, and repeated by the machine that runs the world.

We lost our lands, To unseen hands, To never know again, The life, the love, Of one another, The Earth, the hunt, Our soul, our Mother. Only now, empty man, We wash ourselves, In ancestor's blood, No way back, But now to die, In the white man's flood, And to be buried, In snow and mud.

Nunzio Calabrisi is investigating the disappearance of his great-uncle, 71 years later. He goes to the one man that was with his uncle when he went missing, while they were on leave during World War II. All that the man can give him is a ring and the skeletal remains of the finger that the ring was on at the time. Nothing makes any sense, and no concrete evidence seems possible to be found.

Kevin Kendrick must come to terms with his grandfather not being who he's always been thought to be and that he killed Kevin's real grandfather. As times wears on, Kevin feels his mind slipping away, with each tick of the clock stealing something from him. Can he learn to forgive and put everything in the past, where it's always been, or can he, a mild-mannered man, bring justice full circle?

Francis Marion, hero of the American Revolution or anti-hero? Ride alongside the man, the myth, the legend. Read the interwoven stories of his men within the story. See the cruelty that created a nation. Learn about the idealized barbarity of men to dedicate and consecrate a land for the lost and hopeless, the wretched masses yearning to be free. Based on true events.

Two Union soldiers get lost in a dense fog and captured by Confederate deserters, soon taken to an abandoned cabin for information about a federal payroll shipment, but there is a bloody history to the place, one that involves more secrets of torture than anyone will admit. Sometimes, the dead can do no less than take vengeance into their own rotted hands.

Attorney Richard Ratner awakes in a mental institution, accused of killing his only child. Unable to cope, unable to understand, Richard escapes and sets out to discover who really committed the murder, how, and why. Is there much more going on than Richard understands, much more in his own mind? If it were a movie, imagine Edge of Darkness meets Identity meets Shutter Island.

These 2 papers examine some of the ways in which, beginning very early in their interactions with European-Americans, the Cherokee began to adopt white culture and make it their own, modeling much of their way of life on the way of life of their white neighbors, so much so that many of them sided with the Confederacy during the Civil War, among them, Stand Watie, hated by many of his own people.

Poems that are great for drinkin'! Some of them should be made into songs. In fact, several have been. If you just want something to pass some time while having a few, here you go. Poems for almost any occasion of drinking.

*some adult language For anyone who has ever felt downtrodden; for anyone who has ever felt like they were not enough for someone else; for anyone who has ever had to say, “Enough!”; for anyone who has felt as if they have so many thoughts, emotions, and problems that they cannot deal with them and don’t know how to express them; for anyone who has ever been lost, torn, tossed, pushed around...

What do a vampire, a zombie, cannibals, a man-swallowing tree, a possessed painting, a werewolf and his mangled, supernaturally strong daughter all have in common? They are all here in this book. Seven stories of suspense, death, mayhem, tragedy, and the afterlife from the twisted mind of Jason Wallace.

I’m feeling like I’m living someone else’s life. I can’t begin To understand this mood I’m in. I go, day to day, Wondering what I did And what I should say That won’t make this again The same as everything Before that could never end.

Long before Japan was united under the Tokugawa Shogunate, the northern island of Ezo (modern Hokkaido) was invaded, ruled, and pillaged by the Japanese for financial and political gain, marginalizing the native people there. They never officially colonized the island until the late 1800s but for centuries, practiced "proto-colonization."

Flash Story: Have you ever wondered if the things beheld by your public eye are only figments fed to you by the corporate news machine? This is a short, humorous take on the possibility of news media fakery, particularly, space travel. Get a behind the scenes look at the struggles of the actors involved.

I used to think it was us. I used to think it was you. But now all I can think Is dreams never come true. Was it me, Baby? Was it no use? Is there a reason Dreams never come true?

The greatest love I have ever known, with or without me, love's brightest ray ever shone We may be together Never again But I will love you Evermore

You'll regret the choices that you've made, Old Man Happy Father's Day! Now the uncaring father's son Is a man Out bravin this life on his own Without his father's love Sometimes so alone

You’re still staring through that glass, Painting me afraid, Wasting me away I don’t know where you are, But to me, you’re in there somewhere, In that frame, Lurking, longing, not belonging, all the same, Wanting to reappear, hoping to have me here

I... Don't want to hurt you But I... Don't know how much I can care All I do Is seem to curse you And I... Don't know if that's being fair