In 1853, a mysterious Drifter heads to a place where no men dare to travel. And, as he arrives, he brings death to those who threaten him. The new historical Western/Adventure novel by Robert Helliger, author of "The hook man only comes out at night". Rated PG-13 for strong violence, sex scenes, adult themes. Warning: FOR READERS 13 YEARS AND OVER. Inspired by John Wayne and John Ford movies.

[Watty Awards 2019 Winner - New Adult!] Damian Ryker is something of a nomad. In his 22 years of life he's moved a grand total of 14 times. But he's here to stay this time, honest. He's already got himself a cushy new job in town and he's exploring the popular local shops, like that coffee shop down the road. It seems nice enough, perhaps a little too hipster for his taste and the barista is awkward, if not the slightest bit weird. But there's something strange about the innocuous café, like-oh I don't know-earthquakes that seem to destroy it every morning before miraculously repairing themselves and leaving him with the only memory of it. And just when that sounded a tad off, things start to get...a little out of this world. ------------ This was my 2017 Nanowrimo story that I couldn't quite fall out of love with. Inspired by the fun and fascinating world of fan fiction AUs, I hope you'll have as much fun with this as I had writing it!

Short story of a man with catoptrophobia, the fear of mirrors.

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in which a guy calls a sex hotline just looking for a friend. ©iwearheelys, all rights reserved.

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

Whatever you think they are, they aren't anymore. Those pure, holy beings with snowy white wings and golden harps are nothing like what I've seen. I'd never understood it. A supreme being, living in paradise with all the good people who passed away. All those dead humans? This is not what they had become. That is not how they would spend the rest of eternity. Singing and dancing in the sky as they brought love and kindness to the world. Ha, don't make me laugh. Those are people. Good, breathing people. They are far and in between, but human. These things are nothing like that. They have hung up their halos. And they have come down from the sky. They do not sing. They do not dance. They do not love. And they are no longer kind.