A random poem I wrote on a holiday with LittleOwl. At this stage in my life I had this deep internal craving for jelly so figures I would write about it. I am proud to say I've now moved on to dohnuts and custard berliners. (:

October 31st wasn't always referred to as "Halloween". In old English it was known as All-Hallows Eve, the night before All-Saints Day, the night when demons, witches, and warlocks could roam the earth along with man. These are their stories.

Follow Tristan as he shares his story, the story of every girl he loved, of every girl he killed, and of the one love that felt impossible to end, even for him.

Readers beware! Alternate endings lurk in every dark corner. Test your wits and play the game! Can you survive in (and make your way out of) a zombie infested hospital in London!? More interactive zombie stories soon to come..

We let them into our homes, and this is how they repay us.

Francine has always had a gift. She has always been able to sense ghosts and she loved the paranormal. However when she went civil war ghost hunting she never expected for one to follow her home. She expected even less to have said ghost turn out to be the man she'd always dreamed of. She hadn't exptected him to fall in love with her or to fall in love with him. But that is exactly what happened. But surely this is crazy and nothing could make this relationship work.... could it?

In this day and age, what truly defines being normal? What would you do just to fit in? (FIN)