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You rub your hand along the top of the smooth wood mantel above the fireplace as you ponder life and death. Such a serious thing. Every...

The bedroom, better known as The Cave, was beginning to smell worse than ever, probably because he had left something spoil-able under a...

The day Mulhausen shot the CIO in Weekly Staff was good for more reasons than one. It's the day traffic was jammed up for miles and made...

The day Mulhausen shot the CIO in Weekly Staff was bad for worse reasons than that. It was also the day Blair found out I had sex with my...

The police officer stood over the trail of blood, which extended nearly twelve feet from the curb where the car was, across the grassy...

A woman. This particular woman has jet-black hair and milky white skin, the flesh of innocence and purity. She lives in a modest,...

It takes a certain kind of person to kill. You strike a match and put the flame to the end of your Camel, the smooth Turkish and domestic...