I am called a “sellout, a man with no principles, a hound for wealth.” Those are mere words. Yes, I’m willing to trade my dreams for gems and jewels...Read more

Dan sat musing behind his polished mahogany desk. The sharp taps on the door broke the spell of his reminiscing. The door cracked open, a young wom...Read more

Sunlight filtered through venetian blinds, casting prison-bar shadows across Dan's mahogany desk. His fingers traced the wood's grain as memories fl...Read more

Dan's fingers traced the edges of his desk, adjusting pens and coffee mugs with microscopic precision. The late afternoon sun caught the brass pendu...Read more

Darkness presses against your eyelids. Open or closed, it makes no difference - the void remains absolute. Your hands reach out, grasping nothing. U...Read more