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A crossover between the new wave vampire mythos and nasty aliens from another galaxy, this story features both of them, converging in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I have recently conducted a lot of research into why anyone would enjoy hurting animals, and the act itself has a specific term: zoo-sadism. The term stands for the act of deriving enjoyment from hurting animals, and below is a list of what these sick creeps enjoy doing: Neglecting them. Hoarding them. Shooting them. Beating them. Stabbing them. Mutilating them. Throwing them. Stomping on them. Burning them. Running over them with a car. Forcing them to act as “bait” animals for other animals to attack. It's time we fought back - and give these animals a voice again.

I know what a true travesty of justice is - from personal experience. In March of 2003, while still struggling with an alcohol addiction, I was arrested for a DUI - and my life was turned completely upside down for the next two and half years. You'd have thought I'd committed murder. Before I continue, please allow me to let the listener of this story know that yes, I fully understand the possible consequences of operating a motor vehicle while intoxicated. But in my case, nobody was hurt. Except me, that is.

Like the previous volumes, I'm sure there will be something in here for everybody. Whether it be a pleasant memory from your childhood or a sad memory that taught you a valuable lesson, or something funny to brighten up your gloomy day; I am pretty confident you will find it here. And as always, I had a real blast sitting back and creating some memories for you.

One thing rings true about all substance abusers - whether it be alcohol or drugs or both - at one point in time, they will tell you two things: I don't have a problem. I can quit anytime I want to. Which, of course, is far from the truth. Once that demon is on your back, weighing you down day after day and week after week and month after month and year after year, the option you once had to stop on your own is long gone now.

Whether it is sex, religion, politics, gay rights, BLM, COVID-19, or anything else you might find to be "uncomfortable" subjects to be discussing in social media, I pull no punches. If you are the type of person who enjoys and appreciates hearing the truth about important subject matters, then listen to this audiobook.

I think almost everyone has had a first true love or a bad case of puppy love - or a case of “infatuation” as my mother would have called it - but regardless of the extent of these feelings, it still leaves you pretty messed up for a while. I have had several “infatuations” in my day, one of them being a beautiful young woman named Terri, whom I still think about from time to time. As a matter of fact, more often than not, I think about her at least 30 seconds of each day.

I have assembled a vast collection of my favorite stories from my Growing Up in Vincennes series of books, volumes one through five, for this audiobook, dedicated to my mother, who always encouraged me to become a writer.

These days - in the age of the internet and so called “social networking” - the seemingly bold actions of my own generation seem very mild in comparison. Now days, two kids that think they're in love send each other sexually explicit text messages - known as “sexting” - complete with nude photos taken with their cell phone cameras.

Kids and teens who bully need our support and compassion just as much - if not more at times - than the victims of bullying. If we want bullying to stop, or at least slow down, we need to begin helping them to grow up learning how to interrelate with others without any harassment or manipulation on their part, to fit into society, not doling out meaningless, so called "punishments" that will most likely make their overall attitude even worse.

July, 1975. Vincennes, Indiana. It was the summer of '75. A time of killer sharks at the movies - Alice Cooper's Nightmare and Star Trek: A Technical Manual - none of which really appealed to me, but then, I wasn't part of the pop culture "in" crowd. Fortunately, I wasn't alone.

This volume - just like the second volume - is somewhat different in theme than the first one. Whereas the first volume featured a variety of subjects, some of them even having to do with world events, this volume tends to lean in a totally different direction, some of the stories focusing on subjects more personal to us all, the stories more humble or grounded in the reality of life no matter how hard it may to deal with at times.

When Aileen and her brother were little kids, they thought their grandparents were their real parents. Truth was, their father was a satanist and child molester who hung himself in prison. Their mother was a whore who abandoned them when they were barely out of diapers. But that was nothing compared to what awaited her out in the real world.

Blue Shirt meets up with a fellow drifter, Ollie, who, along with his niece, Frieda, goes on another crime spree.

In the tradition of Edgar Allan Poe, author David Boyer presents The Flesh Once Removed, a collection of dark poetry and prose guaranteed to elicit a shiver and chill the blood. Also included: "Edgar and Annabel", dark poetry dedicated to the late Edgar Allan Poe, as well as numerous other poems written with Edgar in mind.

As Billy approached the parking lot, he could smell it: a dark scent, musky and wild and tangy on his taste buds as he breathed it in. The smell of wet fur and dried blood were what he identified next and knew he had been here recently. It wasn't hard to track Sampson. He left dead hookers wherever he went. Sampson was much older now, but he was still very strong as an opponent.

Right outside Jacksonville, in the pitch-black darkness, the guy stood naked in the moonlight, surveying his current surroundings in horrified awe and wondering how it all came to this. He noticed that blood appeared almost black in the moonlight. There was a pool of it at his feet, having dripped down his lanky frame in rivulets, only moments ago.

Trisha was one of the forgotten ones, the walking wounded, the expendables. Just like a lot of other young girls who inadvertently get mixed up with the wrong crowd, hang around the wrong places, live teetering on the very edge of society, she was nothing more than a statistic on a sheet, another lonely number among many others. She'd been classified as just another one of the "nearly dead", meaning that her lifestyle was surely going to kill her anyway, even if someone else didn't kill her first.

He’s a cutter. He uses the knife and I’m the Thanksgiving turkey that needs to be carved. I have blood all down my arms and legs. He cut on my backside and if I get out of here I don’t know how I can explain those scars without having to tell how stupid I was to get in his car...says Tina, a victim of a serial killer who enjoys slowly torturing his victims. But what he doesn't know is, he has finally met his match.

Tonight, as he stood over the body of the burger lady, he felt that way again - reborn. Powerful and invincible. He'd learned through horrible, ritualistic torture and trail and error how to feel power again, any time he pleased. Love is malice, and malice love. He'd learned this as a child. Now he was ready to show the world just how powerful - and crazy - he really was...