"The Feather leaves no Trail." Slate is stuck in the Horizon Net, and he wants out. This extremely complex world of code layer after code layer only lets the best hackers and gamers into its grounds. Boiling desert by day and icy tundra by night, Slate's only hope of survival in this deadly terrain are the "Pact members," an elite group of scrawny-looking, useless nerds. After all, what harm can a bunch of ex-gamers possibly inflict when put against a world filled with witchlings and devil beasts? As Slate rises through their ranks, he discovers secrets, about a mysterious Master S who was the only fellow in HN to disappear. Who is this man, and how did he escape? Faced with almost impossible challenges, Slate must fight through the levels of the game alongside his new friends, to find the way out, or die trying. © 2015, Kandakx. The Horizon Code. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any way without permission from the author.

[Highest ranking yet: #13 in Short Story] Are we friends? No, we're more like pen pals except we don't communicate through letters and we're not pals. I'm slightly offended but I really think we have a connection. Negative, we don't. It's a virtual connection. STAHP. (This story was inspired by real people on Wattpad.)

A 22 year old psychopath draws us into a world of chaos, cynicism and callous murder. When you believe that your actions are insignificant in regards to the universe, there's nothing stopping you from taking whatever you want. The line between genius and insane is very thin, but only you can judge which side this narcissistic narrator speaks from.