When she walks on by that is beautiful. With something about her, I cannot ignore. My eyes follow her blinklessly into blinding light. With something about her, I can gaze. Her perfect form eclipses the sunlight, and I am cast...

My name is Billy Bedoe, and in the sweltering summer of 1969, I encountered the devil incarnate. Her name was Jolie Wheeler, who was 57 years old at the time, and what we nowadays know as a psychopath. I...

“I don't feel pain, I don't feel alive, yet no angels in the bright moonshine.”   The lady of sorrow confided to herself aloud in a whisper. One so delicate, it could vanish like flying dust should she be loud.   But she was standing stoically at...

Continued… Alayna came back. She was to be my first appointment that morning and throughout the night before at home in bed, I thought about her. All of her. Her feel, her taste, and that spark of a crush. A...