Dark Visions

3 Dark Stories...
3 Dark Insights Into Human Nature...
3 Dark Visions...

In BURIAL, a DARK secret buried out in the woods is let loose...

In DARK ORB, the secrets of this life are un-earthed from the cold, DARK ground...

In ABC, the DARK mystery of a small seaside town is unleashed...

Excerpt:

On those hot nights when the crickets are in chorus in the tall grass, and the moon is full and heavy above the trees, Pappy sits out back, under the porch. He rocks slowly on the old swing-chair, rolling cigarettes from cheap tobacco and pondering the night sky. He is impossibly old; his skin, deeply tanned leather; his wrinkles, deep valleys cut by the rough hand of time.
Sometimes, he sits and watches the lightning gather in the South. And sometimes you find yourself out there watching it with him.
He barely acknowledges you settling into the other end of the swing-chair. His little black olive eyes regard the darkness; he licks the edge of the rolling paper, presses the cigarette closed, then lights it.
"Lightning again Pappy?" you ask.
After a moment he nods.
The chair creaks back and forth. It's so dark out. The lights of the town do not pierce the night this far out, in the middle of nowhere. Here, the cold flames of stars burn that much brighter.
Your feet swing above the porch floorboards.
"Pappy, will you tell me a story?"
He glances over. His lips are tight around the sagging end of the cigarette, but even so, his mouth manages to curve into a smile.
"I suppose," he says finally. He taps his cigarette over the side. The end sparks bright orange ash that dies on the cool air a second later.
"I like listening to your stories," you say.
Now his face grows serious. "Some stories are ... not so nice."
"What do you mean?"
Pappy pulls on the cigarette before answering. The smoke shoots from his nostrils. "I mean, some stories are not for children's ears. They are too dark."
"I'm not scared."
He smiles again. But this time it is bittersweet.