She stood motionless in the kitchen, contemplating her plan of ending him while simultaneously grappling with her conscience. She had

She'd learned to love and hate him at exactly the same time. Often she had fantasized of leaving, of starting a new life free of his

"Are you sorry for what you've done?" It asked. "No," Jack replied. "I am not sorry." The corners of it's mouth twisted into a slight

Surrounded by inky black darkness, it strode forward with long purposeful steps. The mouthwatering qualities of it's next meal could not be

Imagine for a moment what life would be like had you been born without a conscience.  No feelings of guilt or remorse, no regard for the

No windows. No doors. No escape. Compared to other women, I know I'm lucky. I'm the woman who has it all...a devoted husband, a

No one is really sure how it started, but I suppose that's irrelevant. Honestly what isn't when people are running through the streets