When awkward, wealthy computer genius Brian Warecki gets his heart broken by the woman he loves, he uses his unlimited resources and money to do what no one has ever done before. He creates the League of Players, recruiting the nation’s handsomest, most notorious heart-breakers to seduce her, then leave her used, in the hopes that she will return to him. His reward to the ultimate player is incredible, and so, the greatest game of hearts ever played begins. But not every outcome can be calculated, and this game has an ending none of them expect.

“Time continues on no matter what happens. It is alright to feel a little emotion, but too much might make you want to stop the passing of time altogether, and that is something that must never come to pass." Brynnia Ceas’s life is ruled by clocks. Her Great Line, the Ceas Line, is expected to be exactly like the enchanted clocks that never stop ticking – moving forward at all times, obedient and emotionless. Yet Bryn is unsatisfied with these rules and traditions and seeks something more from life – freedom, choice and the feeling of being alive. On the day of her coming of age, the princess learns of a plot against her Line that puts her whole family in danger. Surrounded by people she does not know if she can trust, she can only rely on two very different entities – her commoner friend, Gale, and the clock she keeps with her at all times, Elian. Time is running out and the race against the clocks to save everything she has ever known might bring Bryn to a truth she may not want to realize: that she is indeed a clock, even after everything she has done to fight against it.

Adapt or die. That’s the only rule. Kill, or be killed. Eat, or be eaten. Are you ready for the apocalypse?

Homeless and savagely beaten, Amy Mair sits waiting in a police interrogation room. She witnessed the murder of a friend and the police want to know more. But what can or will she tell them? When everyone sees the world in a different light, is the way she or society saw him the way he saw himself. Who is right? Will it even matter in the end? © yme123 2012 all rights reserved

(ON HOLD/HIATUS) They seem to know everything about me. Where I came from. Who my family is. Who I am. The only thing left secret is my name. To them, I am Periculum, just Periculum, for I am told I am lesser than them. They tell me I am the only one alive.. they tell me to join them. Join their cause. I .. I can't do that.. It's inhuman. Needless to say, they are not human themselves..

A short horror story revolving around the myth of the Banshee.

What do a badass pianist, a seemingly talentless party girl, a quiet genius, and an immature guitar player have in common? Not a damn thing. Welcome to the Ursula P. Bradley Institution for the Gifted, a school for the prodigal minds of today's generation. If you think our future Fortune 500 CEOs, Albert Einsteins, Beethovens, and Monets can't party...well, think again.

Once I was a god. Worshiped. Revered. The huddled masses cast themselves at my feet, heads bowed and eyes wide. Save us, they begged. Spare us, they pleaded. And, fool that I was, I tried. Now I am nothing. Fallen. A bitter memory of an age long passed. A broken old fool too stubborn to die. This is my story. My rise, my fall. The pathetic mess, after. Read it. Don’t. I care little. My words are not for you.