For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

Sweet and Sour is a collection of my short stories. From Horror to humor its all in there. So sit back, tuck in and enjoy!

Every year, for her birthday and Christmas, Lacey would recieve a gift from her grandma, a porcelain doll. Shortly before Lacey's sixteenth birthday, Cathrine, her grandma, passes away, having already sent Lacey one last birthday gift, only this time with a little something extra, a dollhouse. However, this dollhouse is very old and comes with an unknown warning. Poor Lacey may have to suffer the consequences of storing her valuable dolls into this dollhouse.

A 17 year old high school boy has life turned around after his abductor offers him a deal he can't refuse, the chance to train as an assassin. With his amazing speed he soon tries to hunt down his mothers killer. Will Kyoku catch the killer while defending loved ones or will everyone he gets close to die?

I froze; the guard yelled, telling me to get a move on. The unearthly screeching sent all of us into shock, soon turning into fear. Some cried the moment they reached the door. I didn't know what was coming, but it'd be painful. “Next!” I was two kids away from the cold metal plated door. I closed my eyes, hearing a scream from behind the door. The girl in front of me started to cry. “Shut up!” A guard yelled, slapping her cheek. My eyes widened and I forced myself to swallow tears that threatened to fall. “Next!” My sore bare feet scraped across the dark tiled floor as I made my way forward while the next child went in. I wouldn't survive a slap to the cheek, no matter how strong I looked. “Next!” The girl in front of me quivered and shook, her fear obvious. I cringed away from the door as a laugh echoed in the next room. “Stand up straight!” The guard yelled at me. I didn't dare look him in the eyes, knowing I'd be hit like the last child that stared at him. “Next!” My skin crawled as the door opened...