Mark eased off the gas as the first heavy snowflakes hit the windshield of his Ford F-150 pickup truck. It was still just flurries, but the radio kept repeating the same warning. There was a winter storm moving in...

Mia and I live on a cul-de-sac off a short road in a heavily wooded area just outside the city limits. There are three homes on the cul-de-sac, each on a two-acre lot. Our home is the one in...

At first I'd hated her, this too young and too perfect woman who had dared to take my mother's place in my father's bed. Sarah is only a few years older than me, and certainly prettier, despite having a...