"My Mama hates me. She's jealous of me. She hates me. She hates me." Read at your own caution. This is a dark story.

In this story a teenager loses his best friend, Lola. I mean, he's not really sure. She just hasn't replied to his E-Mails. She also hasn't updated her Tumblogs for over a year and he's starting to get worried that she has commited suicide or something. This is the story of a boy that loves a girl who is nowhere to be found. Will the boy find the girl alive, dead, or never find her at all? He'll have to keep E-Mailing her about what has been happening in his life before he can find out. E-Mails to Lola. Coming Late 2013.

In this book, you will read about the fifteen different deaths of fifteen seventeen year old teenagers that went to 666 Hollow Lane on October 31st, 1997. Each of the stories will be gruesome, frightful, and send chills to the back of your spine. Fifteen Teenagers. One Night. One Mansion. One DEMON. Beware 666 Hollow Lane, The House of Horrors. NOTICE: This story takes place in 1997. So if what you read is too specific, or you think the characters don't know what fashion is, just remember that this takes place in 1997 because the author had the stupid idea of making the first sequel take place in 2000. Rated PG-13 for: Violence, Terror, Frightening Images, and Language

[NaNoWriMo Attempt] Based on my popular short story, Murder Day is about a society gone wrong. Once a year the law stands still, the streets become a warzone and nobody is safe. Delve into a world where morality is skewed and right and wrong aren't quite as simple to differentiate between. In a world where black and white don't exist, where everything's a little grey, get lost in the mystery and excitement that represent the most gluttinous holiday of the year -- Murder Day.

What happens when one day a year you can go out and kill anyone you please -- with no consequences? It's up to you, stay inside and wait it out, or go out and join the celebration. Murder Day was my first dream turned short story, it inspired me to transcribe more of my subconscious wonderings and share them with you all. Some are frightening, some are sad, and maybe some day there might even be a happy one or two?