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Not only had Adam lost his parents in a car crash, but he'd also forgotten who he was. Pamela is haunted by the patient who was murdered by her father. Barbara and Mike have mysterious secrets. Harry seeks solace at the bottom of a glass. And why is Mildred so afraid? While Helen's mind gathers dust, Lizzie mourns the loss of her and her husband. Both Penny and Jane are frantic to find their daughters, if in different ways. Rick wonders what to do about his family. And who is William?

Andi has always been anxious about her weight and, like many women, thinks that unless she is thin, she has no value. Follow her "misadventures" and see whether this is true or if she'll find there are more important things that makes a person who and what they are.

Jorja always knew she was different. But it wasn't until she discovered her telekinetic ability that she realized just how different she was. Living with her frail mother and an obsessive, cruel, and hated aunt, Jorja grapples with the truth of her being.

I couldn't resist putting together all those little ideas that have popped into my mind, then out onto paper as the years have flown. Most have fallen by the wayside into the history bin of "oh my," but some stayed, and here they are.

What is found within the depths of the human soul? Does wickedness linger, as if the Devil's thumb is ready to pluck the strings of certain choices? And with the strumming, just how far will Evil spread?

Who is she? Are the answers as simple as the questions? In the end what can we know is real?

The Box That Jane Built is a short story from a collection called Figments, however, deserves a starring role. Four stories to chill the blood, unless you already have ice in your veins?

Martha Tidberry grew up knowing she was different. But that difference was far from what anyone could imagine. Even herself, in the beginning. What was she to do with that puzzling brain of hers? Except believe in the impossibility of the possible....

A weird dream tips Henry Ian Darling into the Shadowlands. What has this to do with Brett? Ms. Peabody has a plan, but will Henry survive his quest?

Dreams come and go but their impressions last forever. So I had no choice but to set down these words. No titles, no conformity. Just the feelings left by those very dreams.

What is difference? Is it in how we speak, how we look, or how we see the world? Is it the color of our eyes, the swing of our walk, or the very essence of our minds? Whatever it is, maybe we should embrace it rather than wanting to run away or kill it. Next time there is difference think, what about me? How do they see me? Do I care? Should I care? What, in the end, do we need but love and acceptance? Regardless of change.

Henry Ian Darling is a collector of oddities, those that bring him closer to an enigma, one he hopes will be a great thing. But maybe it isn't?

What was Christmas? How did it start? And why was it now banned? Why had the Elders decided it would only cause trouble, that its roots were based on something that only caused wars...those that had destroyed the Old Earth? Some disagree, and maybe can change things before it's too late for humankind. Or maybe it's already too late.