"The eyes are a window to the soul." Angel Graves despised flying. Her fear of heights had kept her from doing a lot of things that she

On my morning routine jog within the cemetery. I came across, or should I say the black creature with it's shiny fur coat came across me,

In the marshy swamplands of Vulgaria, I set up camp at the mouth of a large cave surrounded by high plateaus and small caverns. I dared to