Part 1: The Starter Sofia was pissed. Her family, uncles and aunts, and a dozen nephews and nieces were taking a summer holiday together. They had leased two adjoining beachfront properties outside some hick town, halfway to nowhere. She hoped to God that they at least had WiFi. It’s not that she didn’t like her family. It’s not that she’d miss the first couple of weeks of the prime party season. It’s not that she knew he...

Geno was up before the sun. With a little over a week until the triathlon, he needed to get in some training. He was never going to compete with the twenty-somethings, but in his age class, he was highly ranked. Geno knew that his running and cycling legs were solid; it was his swimming that let him down. The day was going to be stinking hot, so Geno had decided the previous evening to get up early and take a quick jog do...

As a child, I had a happy family, but everything changed when we had a car accident. Being only ten at the time, I don’t remember it well; just value memories of a night-time drive on a country road and the car rolling several times. What was apparent, even then, was that my two older brothers were dead, my parents were badly banged up and I walked away with hardly a scratch. My father lay at the edge of death for some mo...

Charlotte Sommers loved the outdoors. While other sixteen-year-olds were listening to radios, watching movies or dating boys, Charlie preferred to be outdoors. Not that she was even interested in organisations like the Girl Guides, hell no! Too structured. Too rigid. She just loved her own company and the company of Mother Nature. There was nothing she liked more than donning her backpack and hiking through the national p...

We had some friends over because Tom wanted to show off his new widescreen TV. Typical Tom! After we had dinner, we drank a lot of wine as we watched some dumb action flick, admiring the big screen and “oohing” and “ah-ing” at the surround sound. Our exchange students, Leo and Samson, had politely made themselves scarce during this time so we “oldies” could have our fun. It had nothing to do with the fact that our old, wi...

Bob's story I have always been sceptical about the supernatural; not a complete disbeliever, although not far off it. I understand that people believe they experienced something, but I always thought that "something" could be easily explained with the application of a little logic. Not too long ago, an incident occurred that rocked me out of this comfortable little world. Sometimes, I almost have myself believing that it...