A dialogue short story about the things we wake up to that remind us there are still things in this life worth waking up for. ante meridiem - [adv. & adj.] "before noon;" Abbr: A.M. Or a.m. [credit to owner of image (not me)]

"Sometimes happiness feels like a chore." A short story chronicling the relationships (and lack thereof) of Drew; in which nights and days are spent curled up in the tear-and-food-stained sheets, with and without the warmth of another living soul, because he has lived like this and he'll probably die like this -- whether he likes it or not. (As if life ever bothered to ask). Otherwise known as: Sleep is for the weak, and love is for those asleep. So Andrew shouldn't wonder why he's virtually a self-induced insomniac who might just very well die of loneliness one day.

An assortment of compulsory poems.

It is the 206th Arc, and the busiest one as the greatest Zenith approaches. The city-states of Oster, Beta and Lustre are choosing the next Six. These individuals will be the fresh-faced youth of the next generation and the most talented, unique figures of Nova. After The 173rd Arc's 'Vanguard' and the 204th Arc's 'Fearless', never has the expectations for the next Arc been so profound. Six elites face the duty of defending their entire world and fighting the fiercest battle against the Otherside that will shake Nova to its very core. The 206th Arc Presents... The Operatives

Aaman of wrath. Lucifer of pride. Belphegor of gluttony. Mammon of greed. Abadon of sloth. Belzebub of envy. Asmodeus of lust. Vice is not complete without virtue. Personified into their according Daemon, each of the seven deadliest sins are forced to struggle through the trials and tribulations of taking human form while seeking their own, unknown forms of salvation.

I have three secrets. 1. I'm in the witness protection program. I witnessed my mother's murder when I was eight years old, and now the murderer is after me. 2. I can read minds. Or not "read" them... not exactly. But I can feel them. Every emotion has a color. An aura, as I call it. And I can feel those auras. I can feel the color of one's thoughts. 3. I can't feel Elijah Whitney's aura. [ COMPLETED - 1.28.16 ] [ LATEST REVISION - 8.17.19 ] [ SEQUEL COMING FALL 2019 ]

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021

The two thousand descendants of King Solomon’s ancient harem have the ultimate power of seduction: Their very touch is as addictive as any drug. But that power comes at a price: Wives die giving birth. They can only bear daughters. They are only fertile until the age of twenty-four. Hunted for hundreds of generations by men who crave their touch and fear its power, the Wives have kept safe by following three simple rules: A Wife shall have no meaningful relationships outside the clan. A Wife’s addictive touch may be used only for procreation or to protect the clan. A Wife shall sacrifice herself for her daughter at the age of twenty-four. But tonight, the rules have been broken, and someone must pay. In the blistering first episode of King Solomon’s Wives, we meet Sumarra on the night she plans to conceive. Instead, she and the other wives find themselves under attack from a group of male hunters, intent on destroying them. Sumarra has always broken small rules and indulged rebellious tendencies. Now that the Wives have been found, her defiance will either be their salvation or her own undoing.

"Strange things did happen here, things that we don't talk about, nor does anyone care. But whatever it is -- we don't question it. You don't hear us discussing it, and it's damn clear that you shouldn't either. But one thing that I do know for sure is that whatever the hell is happening, it's not gonna stop for a long, long time." A collection of short stories that occurs in the strange uncharted areas of Chrisconia. Every chapter differs in terms of plot and character. The way the chapters are connected is up to you.