The Case of Peter Davis_The Philosopher's Wishes_Lady In Red_Waste land Rambler
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The Case of Peter Davis
What you know about Peter Davis is that he is a killer; well, at least he will be one. Peter has always had what most would call a chip on his shoulder. You think that this is a trait that someone can eventually grow out of. Peter never did. If you believe that someone could have a chip on their shoulder and still not be a killer. Absolutely, but this will not be the case for Peter. He showed a lack of empathy from an early age, and this was not out of lack of love or neglect from his loving parents. It was not because he was abused in any way. It was just in his nature, a natural predator. In...
The Philosowww.onedoor.ccpher's Wishes
Life is a tragedy don’t you think? One minute, you’re thinking that you’re finally free from your devastating prison and next moment you realize that you’ve been caught in another trap. And now you can’t even decide whether freedom is truly possible or it’s just a myth people tell themselves to keep going forward. Life is just a series of closing doors don’t you think? My story began, like all stories do, by entering the world. No, I’m not talking about my birth, that’s a different kind of story. I entered this world from my prison. I stepped into a world of freedom from a place of limitednes...
Lady In Red
Note, I've put Thriller, but if there was a horror or ghost category, I would have chosen that instead.It was an accepted fact that the left lift in the east wing of the Newcombe building could not be relied on. It was one of three within the east wing of a building that served many companies on the various floors, and while the right and central lifts worked as you would expect, the left seemed to have a mind of its own.Lift engineers had been to look at the problem on a number of occasions but found nothing. Quite the reverse. When lift engineers were around, it came when called, went to wh...
Waste land Rambler
Hank rode slowly through the vast sea of emptiness that stretched out endlessly before him underneath a blistering sun set high in a cloudless sky. As Hank rode, he thought about the last time he had seen a cloud. Had to be before the war he thought. Everything had changed after the war. The water had all but disappeared, food was scarce, society had fallen apart to be replace with bandit warlords who ran everything, and worst of all the world was overrun with fierce undead creatures that were the unfortunate by product of the war. Ever since the war had ended Hank spent his time rambling fr...