This is a domestic terrorist, Tom Clancy or Robert Patterson-style story. I started writing this story in July 2001, and I stopped on 9/11, and it's been languishing in my Zombie file ever since. I don't know if I'll ever get back to it. but I wanted to share it with you,
Craig Smalls - an annoying, unimportant, useless piece of dog shit on the bottom of your shoe. But even smalltime crims deserve a defence, especially with a mother like he had.
A former Marine is on his deathbed when he is asked to talk about an incident that happened long ago. If you do not believe in God, Heaven or Hell (or maybe don't like dogs!) give this one a pass.
Teenage hacker Sam spies on his neighbors' most explicit secrets. But when the manipulative Madison catches him, she doesn't want silence—she wants a show. Now, he's the one on camera, forced to obey her explicit commands and act out her most degrading fantasies. It's a twisted game of psychological torture, and if he doesn't perform, she will burn his entire world to the ground.