Three savants – a physicist, a mathematician, an engineer – and their wealthy benefactor have discovered the secret to time travel. But one of them has an ulterior motive which threatens the very nature of time itself.

In the conclusion of our story, we learn what happens when three friends and a fly have a night on the town with three ladies (each with a secret) and a killer pimp. As the secrets are revealed in rapid progression, a hero emerges. Could it be the fly? Mmmm, probably not. That would be weird, right?

In this installment, all of the characters have come together and things do not go as hoped. But that's a good thing. Who wants to hear a story about three friends whose wildest dreams came through in the middle of the second act?

A cop, a construction worker, and the dean at an all girls' school walk into a bar where they meet a cross dresser, a hooker, and an underage delinquent. Also, the story is told from the point of view of a fly. Okay, so there's a premise.

Ever wished you could be a fly on the wall to observe as a group of friends play wingman to each other? Three buds out for a night on the prowl each agree to seek-out and introduce another of the trio to a woman fitting his ideal type, only the annoying fly that keeps buzzing the table is privy to all the behind-the-scenes goings on.

Interview with author and blogger, Kyla Ross. Kyla shares what inspires her story ideas. Spoiler alert: it's usually something involving her fiancee and near death experience.

In these two brief stories from one writer, we are first taken on one ride to oblivion, and then another. Two grown sisters arguing on a car trip home after a holiday gathering take a fatal wrong turn. Then a would-be serial killer learns that his choice of first victim could have been a little better thought out.

In this final installment of our story, we learn if Sassure is able to bring the gift of death to the heretofore immortal Lord Hurlingthon. Just in time too as I have run out of Shakespearean metaphors for death.

Lord Hurlingthon has hired our hero, Richard Sassure, to determine the cause of his life, a life which has far outpaced its natural window. As the bard said, "All men die," and "no man of aught he leaves knows, what is 't to leave betimes? Let be." In other words, when it's your time, it's your time, even if that time takes its good sweet time.