Ron Evans didn't think his job was wrong or shameful. It was just another job. It paid the bills and occasionally, he got to have a little fun with it. Just like most people. Evans didn't have the same type of job as most people. He didn't even think like most people. He was surfing the web looking for more product to be sold to a willing buyer, when his mouse paused a top a promising picture. Evans grinned, clicked on the photograph of the 16 year old run away, and left his study to lo...

Kat Praszek woke up. It was all too easy to do that to her these days. She slept very softly. Today she was awoken early by a local gang stripping a car. She awoke but she didn't stop it. She was only hopeing that it was one of the gangs that she had a connection with and that she would get a cut. Being a hacker in New York was a lucrative profession as everyone with enough money to have a permanent place of residence was hooked in to Virtual Reality for all their recreation hours. Even t...

Detective Travis Versoe raced up 14 flights of stairs to get to the top floor loft. He would've taken the elevator, but the damned thing was broken, as usual. When he got to the top, short winded but not yet gasping for air, he paused before reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket to retrieve the identification card he needed to be granted entry to the last flight of stairs. He pushed the small button,nearly hidden in the brick and slid his card through the tiny reader imbedded in the s...

There is no life There is no joy Not a drop of happiness for girl or boy There is no misery There is no pain There is no sunshine There is no rain There is no world No one is there Scream all you want No one will care There are no dreams no reality Why must you torture Ther not there me There is no smile Nor is there a tear and the poem you're reading is not really here Tell me what you think? I'd appreciate it.

I never came out and actually TOLD that Leone kid that his baby sister was going to die. No, I never actually told him, but i think he knew that I could do no more for her. After a while he stopped coming save to ask me to fill perscriptions for increasingly stronger pain killers. Looking at what I just worte, I called Leone a kid. He wasn't. He was 21 when I met him and should be damn near 30 now. Kid wasn't too far off the mark though, he was maybe 5'5" at the most and looked like ...

Hullo folks. My name is R.H. Villa and I am a fiction writer. You don't like it? Get outta my site. I'd like some input on a few of my more recent stories...and maybe some fresh ideas. i love the plot twists that people come up with. help me a lil...I mean, why not right?