The city of Draymoor was choking on itself, flooded alleys, corrupt police, biotech gangs, and the smell of rotting...

My aunt Anna told me a story once. Said it was something her uncle told her when she was a kid. Said he got in troubl...

The rain never stopped in Sector 12. Neon signs flickered like dying memories, reflecting off the chrome-tiled al...

There was an old native cemetery behind my cousin's house. We went there often as kids. There was a sound out further...

The sky over Zone 4 is the color of dried blood. Plastic bags drift like ghosts over the burnt-out cityscape. A mothe...

By Jason Paul Scalfano EXT. VILLAGE STREET - SOMETIME IN THE 1500'S - DAY The rain pours down upon a tired looking ...

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The chopper blades tore through the fog as Chris Redfield stared down at the stretch of untouched forest below. Black...

Ramparts red glare dazzle then dim whose bombs exit night's hymn Timer starts midnight the fifth; impatience none can...

I’ve been non-stop binging vampire movies and shows. Twilight, The Vampire Diaries, The Bat, My Babysitter’s a Vampir...

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Ghost Story Telling Hot Chocolate + Homemade Whipped Cream The GOOD Way Hot Chocolate Ingredients 1. 2 Cups - Heavy...