He stood at the edge of the precipice.  Thousands of feet below, he could no longer make out individual trees in the carpet of brown and green that filled the canyon floor.  Updrafts of sweltering air caressed his bare skin, ready to enfold him in a lover's embrace.  The pungent aroma of the desert filled his every breath.  He inhaled deeply, smelling, tasting, relishing nature's banquet.   Looking over the edge, he let the rock fall from his hand.  Fa...

Fascinated, she watched the pool of red liquid continue to spread until she realized the dead don't drink.

His cell phone blared in his pocket, the custom ringtone more irritating than entertaining.  But he liked it that way.  Stupid people and their stupid trendy ringtones.  He hated them.  He pulled it out and flipped it open, only to hear a dialtone. Dammit, he thought to himself.  "If you dial a wrong number, at least have the balls to let me know!" he muttered under his breath to the empty room.  What pissed him off even more was the fact that this was the fourth time in a row it had happ...