I knew from the moment I saw her that she was evil. Killer eyes and a dazzling smile. If you looked close enough, her eyes were black as coal, and her smile had pointed teeth. It was she who made me realize the truth.

Demons are real. And they walk among us.

Samantha lays in her bed, waiting for the pills to put her to sleep. Dr. Swanson had helped her realize that hope for something different than her reality was futile. In death lie the peace she could not find in life.

Mary May went about her day, as any other, tending the chickens, slopping the hogs, stirring a pot a pork n beans, while whistling a tune pushed through the Tyson cleft. But on that windless Tuesday in March, the third day of the week would end differently than all her other Tuesday's. The coded knock on the door triggered her rigid, “Mac is back.”

The petals gently swayed in the air, before landing by a statue. If one looked carefully at the figure, and didn’t blink, you’d notice that its nose would twitch. He had always been allergic to jacaranda petals, even now as a stone figure he was quite surprised that they still affected his sinuses.

#Ah—choo!

Do you believe that intent is what matters? That mistakes, no matter how large, are worthy of forgiveness? I am Cadet Luis Sten and I fired the shot that sparked the first war in over a century.

Collapsed in the middle of the carraige, screaming in pain, drawing the alarmed attention of even the most apathetic Piccadilly line commuters, that's how she started her week. Even whilst she was drowning in pain one thought managed to surface in mer mind: this must be how I die.

That was when a pair of wings tore through the skin of her back.

I always wondered what would happen if I died.

Would I go to Heaven? With the way I was going then, it might as well have been Hell.

Would it all be black?

Would I be reincarnated into something else?

I always wondered what would happen if I died.

So I did.

They knelt by their friend as they had every day for the past three years. It seemed impossible to drag themselves away from the macabre site. The place they’d failed him. The place he’d died.

"Does anyone know you're here?", I whispered intensely.

He was evaporating quickly. Deflating like a kids birthday balloon,pin-pricked,drifting lazily towards the ground.

Water trickled across the concrete cell, stained pink with blood. A little girl stood outside, rosy cheeks framed by a silver crown. "My brother may be the king," she whispered, "but a princess makes sure the dirty work is done."