Although, it's not unheard of, a female serial killer is very rare. But after years in an abusive marriage, I became one. The darkness that grew inside took over like a plague. The first victim was myself. I killed who I was and became a monster.

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There once was a supermarket in a small country town that was known for its friendly service and the staff were all real close. One night, a group of employees were asked to work an overnight shift to prepare for the large day ahead of them... Christmas Eve. Everything seemed fine until the power went out. The backup generator kicked in, supplying power to give the workers some light. But, without reason, a man made an attempt to break in, but found that there were several workers busying themselves with the tasks at hand. The man then found a new motive... kill them all. As they run for their lives, who will make it out... and who will be the next victim?

Creeping. We all do it. We creep our favorite bands, friends on social networks, and even our enemies on social networks. Although, some people take it to the extreme. Have you ever woke up in the middle of the night because you felt that someone was watching you? Well just remember to NOT look out your window.. that was my first mistake. I opened the curtain and instead of seeing my reflection looking back at me I saw a man's. He had the coldest, darkest, and scariest eyes I have ever seen. I closed the curtain and screamed my lungs out. That was only the beginning.

"I'm not so naive, my sorry eyes can see." If only those sorry eyes could see behind the impenetratable walls of the CAC. You could say they're like the CIA, FBI, DIA or any other organization that focuses on enforcing national security to America. Except it's the exact opposite. The agencies are all going in the direction; wrong leads, wrong evidence. I guess you can only know what's truly happening when you're right in the middle of the fraudelent operation. Sean Ramerez only wanted to assist the woman being kidnapped but only found himself being drugged, kidnapped and in the middle of prison escapees' plotting America's destruction. The CAC's goal: Bring the population down, ruin the government. With enough skilled escapees, relentless assassins and a well thought stratedy, Sean and this mystery woman only have two choices; Work along side the CAC tight-lipped or die. Either way, mouths are going to be sealed. With Sean's freedom stained crimson, can he still work through the thousands of dangerous men who aim to kill? "What do I have to lose, anyway? Oh, only America's one chance of you know, NOT being annihilated."

Years after the story became a classic, a girl named Alice finds her own Wonderland. She visits her dreamland when she feels the need to eat, and it convinces her not to. Her weight is dangerously low. She locks herself in her room every night and her parents are concerned. Alice thinks she's fine, what's wrong with having your very own world where you're completely happy? But when Alice gets stuck in wonderland, she begins to learn that being perfect isn't everything. The things she always believed were lies--beauty is within you, everybody's beautiful as they are, blah blah blah...--are starting to make sense to her. Alice wants to learn to love herself again, but "recovery" isn't always as easy saying yes to food again and pretending you're all better.

Twelve A.M. Two guards watch over the front gate of an unremarkable, dank prison. What could go wrong? (This story is undergoing MAJOR changes right now - oh, and it's intended for mature readers. Seriously.)

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...

Alisha and her friends thought they got away with it. They thought no one would find out that they were the ones that caused Aveston High School to burn down. They figured no one had a clue that they were the reason why so many lives were lost that Friday afternoon. They thought no one knew that they were to blame for all pain and misery in their small Colorado town. That is until two weeks later when they all get a message from a Mr. Anonymous, a person who claims that he knows the truth; and rather than turning them into the police, he'd rather watch them all fight for their lives, one by one. His game is simple, figure out his clues before it was too late, your friend can live; don't figure it out in time...well, you know what that means. Game on.