The man couldn't help himself. His captor was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her powerful eyes held his attention and made him forget that she had him confined in a basement; his hands and feet bound with duct tape. After getting past the terror and discomfort, he reasoned that there was nothing to worry about. He would be missed. He had loved ones who would call the police. All he had to do was wait. Letting this woman tell him a story was as good a stall as any.
"Unlike anything I've ever read"
Jonathon Kurten was, by all appearances, a healthy-looking man in his mid-30s. Black hair, with just a subtle stripe of gray running down his right side, neatly tied off into a ponytail. He was of noble decent and held about him an air of attention - attention that always seemed to be getting him in trouble.
On July 4, 1947, the tiny military hamlet of Roswell, New Mexico was thrust into both history and folklore as being the first city in the United States to claim that it captured an alien "flying saucer". Five days later, the Army declared the event over, and that what was found was nothing more than a downed weather balloon.
Marley's soul was lost, doomed to wander among the ranks of humanity generation after generation, without the powers to be human. The curse of his chains was a heavy one, and there were many a time in which he found the weight of said chains to be unbearable. So this must be perfectly understood: Marley was without hope.
"Will pull at your heartstrings!"
Adolf Hitler, the "Supreme Warlord" of Germany's Third Reich, ruled Europe with an iron fist. With his political promises to a desperate people he spoke of a reign that would last 1,000 years. Under his command humanity had entered a new dark age. Tales were told of horrors taking place in the East - of railroad cars, of ovens, and death. Still, there was one little secret he had kept to himself. One U-boat captain discovers that Hitler was a vampire!
"action based alternate history"
Irving Thalberg once said, "No Civil War picture ever made a nickel." Producer David O. Selznick was determined to prove that assumption wrong, even if it killed him, his stars, and all three of his directors; even if it cost him his independent movie studio and destroyed every relationship he'd ever had. This is a story of old Hollywood and of a world that no longer exists. Gone with the Wind broke new ground in every avenue of Hollywood's old empire.
The house loomed over the city like a beacon of malevolent evil. People spoke of it only in whispers. Others tried to own it, eventually coming out in a body bag. Darkness dripped from its windows, spilt blood made up the foundations of its property, and Satan seemed to have a claim on the land. Houses built along its borders nailed their windows shut so that they wouldn't have to see it. Evil resided within its ancient walls and did not care who knew it!
Captain Darren Matheson, of the LAPD Homicide Division was a pleasant enough fellow. But when the FBI uses him to track down news reporter Sebastian Hemlock as a "special investigator", he understandably is curious. Hemlock, learning that he had failed with his original killing of an undead creature, seeks a chance to redeem his integrity, as well as gaining back the woman he once loved.
Creation can be a tricky thing. Where does it start? Can the act itself go too far? Can it be stopped? These are the puzzles that go through "Its" mind as "It" waits. Curious, the hard questions are asked. As with all life, "It" starts to question where "It" stands in this universe.
Kathy wanted to be white. She learned to talk white and walk white and even had herself a handsome white husband. The only thing wrong with her life was that she had been born black. While on a shopping trip in New England, Kathy comes across an old curio shop, which sells her a "special" mirror. With this mirror, she can see what she wishes to see. With sleight of hand, the subtle bending of light, and the realization of truth, Kathy and her husband, Robert, learn the frightful lesson of...the mirror.
He was a proud soldier of the 6th Army. He knew the fear of Norwegian villagers, saw mothers hide their children as if from a monster, and helped to conquer France. Kurt Stieger was a model believer in the destiny of the Third Reich. He was an instrument of progress. It was his duty to help create living space for Germans not yet born. His heart had never known fear.... That was until...Stalingrad.
Father Donavon held within him a terrible resolve. At every church he was assigned there would be complaints about his character. He was a good priest and he lived according to the teachings of Jesus Christ. Still, there existed a horrid undertone of discontent and ambition within him. Upon taking command of Saint Marcus Church, Donavon entered a bizarre world that only Poe or Lovecraft could have created.