Rage is the residential psycho of the club. Tormented by his own demons he lives in pain and agony, a constant state of rage. Everyone knows him as the Hellhound of the Riders of Tyr , known for his cruelty and the joy he gets from causing pain. To others and to himself. Loyal to his King and the club he craves for the liberation death will bring him. Till he meets Iris. Iris has escaped Hell and lives out on the streets till she surprises everyone and becomes a mechanic for the Riders. Afraid of her own shadow, plagued by the terrifying memories she never feels safe. Until she meets Rage.

Twenty-two year old Jordan Cane is the freak of the town he lives in. With his wild Mohawk, leather clothes, crazy tattoos, and combat boots it's easy to see why he's labeled the way he is. But if people would actually take the time to get to know Jordan, they'll find he's the sweetest man you'll ever meet. He volunteers at animal rescue shelters and has created a free music program for the kids in the next town over. On his way to an adoption fair, he meets Jason. The sarcastic, seventeen-year-old football player. They part ways and don't think anything of each other. But when Jason's Aunt Lucy, who works with Jordan, asks Jordan to pick Jason up for her things change. What will happen between Jordan the freak and Jason the football star?

A boy and a girl in a library, forever longing for each other. They only communicate with body language, words will be spoken but not heard. Achievements #238 in Short Story 11/12/16 #193 in Short Story 11/28/16 #163 in Short Story 1/9/17 #37 in Short Story 1/30/17 #32 in Short Story 02/06/17 #21 in Short Story 02/12/17

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.