In The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood dedicates her famous novel to a relative, Mary Webster. Webster had survived a hanging as a witch in the 1600s New England. Upon learning about this, I wrote this story. What if, during that long night of dangling at a rope, Mary had been approached by Old Scratch and offered revenge? In turn, she would promise her soul. Drawing upon other stories I've read, I created this story of Mary Webster, historically a good and pious woman, into a woman seeking revenge, and by doing so, pays with her soul.

The Christmas ghost haunting the Wesley family is defeated not by faith or reason, but by the honest, instinctual terror of their mastiff, Jack, whose fear proves the truth of the unseen.

In Nero’s corpse-choked Rome, Campanula Necatrix seals its doors against the Lupercal’s black heart. No one stirs. Childish giggles fracture into throat-shredding shrieks. Mothers’ wails erupt as phantom blades vivisect unborn spawn, throats vomiting clotted gore. Then the bells awaken: cymbala anklets—bronze death-rattles forged from flayed courtesan skin—jackhammer cobblestones into crimson craters, ghost stomps pulverizing ancient bones to marrow-slurry in seismic rape-orgasms that hijack your pulse.

Boston, 1636. , a respected midwife and devoted mother, holds private religious discussions that draw women and men alike, including the Massachusetts Bay Colony's governor's niece, Elizabeth Winthrop (ancestress of the author). Bound by a shared spiritual hunger, their quiet friendship becomes Anne's secret strength as she challenges the rigid doctrines of Governor John Winthrop and the colony's powerful clergy.

In 1349 a young man falls in love right before a great tragedy. Perhaps love can save his beloved and his beloved's family.

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During a Christmas marred by poverty after her father loses his job, the young narrator learns the meaning of true abundance from her Granny Holman. Granny and her friends secretly spend weeks licking and pasting thousands of S&H Green Stamps they had saved for years. Their labor of faith transforms an empty holiday into a joyous "Green Stamp Christmas," proving that love, patience, and giving are far more valuable than money.

The greatest love story ever told, how they met, how they lived and what a pain in the arse he was.

She kissed him goodbye, knowing he wouldn't remember her tomorrow. Her heart sank as she reached her car and unlocked the door. "Good for a one night date only" she thought to herself. Tired of wondering why, she put him out of her mind. She knew she would never hear from him again. Sure, he was nice, employed and no children. Also, he was very handsome and well dressed. Drove a corvette...oh well.

In a quiet Parisian café, a sensitive but fragile writer meets a beguiling stranger whose warmth seems to illuminate the deepest shadows of his wandering mind. What begins as a simple conversation over black coffee unfurls into a charged dance of intimacy, illusion, and recognition. Between cigarette smoke, gentle laughter, and the tremors beneath their words, the boundaries between memory and desire blur. As their connection deepens, the writer is forced to confront the mysteries of himself reflected in her gaze.