She was beauty. She was grace. Now all she had left was a monster to chase. // "How come I never get you roses when you are the one who deserves them more than I do?" "Because you are my rose, angel."

Bailey has been bullied for a long time, and is getting sick of it. When her parents pulled her out of school, it seemed like it would all stop-but oh she was wrong. They're just getting started.

[LGBTQ/Short Story] I caught my bully kissing another guy. For him, this made ME a nasty little problem. --- Made it to #61 in Short Story Featured on the official @LGBTQ profile

Secluded from the outside world for the majority of his life, a mentally impaired middle-aged man with the mindset of a young child wants nothing more than to go trick 'r treating this Halloween. When he manages to sneak out past his overprotective mother, he finds the local neighbors less welcoming by his presence than he had expected. Already disappointed and on the verge of an emotional breakdown, he is brutally attacked on his way home by a group of reckless teenagers who could care less about his condition. What they fail to realize is the true reason he has been locked up all these years. His temper. Looks like pumpkins won't be the only thing he'll be carving tonight.

~This is the original version of the story. Check out "The Mafia's Doctor" for the edited version. --- Kimberly Stratus was a doctor working at one of the best hospitals in America. She loses her license and ability to practice due to, as punishment, taking full responsibility of the 'walking patient' incident. On her search for a new job, Kimberly runs into the 'walking patient'. Knowing her situation caused by his actions, he offers a once in a lifetime opportunity. ----- "Look, you're a doctor-" He started. "Was." I corrected. "You can still be." He said, running his fingers through his dark hair, "Look, you can work for us and I'll pay triple the amount you were earning at that lousy hospital." "Us?' I asked. Who was he? How exactly does he plan on paying me triple? He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inwards, my face inches away from his chest. With his free hand, he gently tucked my hair behind my ear. His breath tickled on my exposed skin as he whispered two words that sent shivers down my back. "The Mafia."