Let's get THINGS straight: You made up your mind about me and my son the day some prude, who got what she deserved, told you to. Silly you. Cause I'm not Beverly. And, I'm not my son either. I'm Momma. And, that's just gonna have to be good enough for you. Cause serial killers don't grow on trees, you know. You have to plant them.

Infamy A Crazy Ink Anthology in·fa·my noun the state of being well known for some bad quality or deed. "a day that will live in infamy" an evil or wicked act. It is defined as something so wicked, so horrific, that it can never be forgotten. To be infamous is to live forever. It is to leave a legacy so tragic that it changes the very definition of the person who committed the act. Read fictional takes on infamous people so malicious we will...

Six-months is a long time in the life of a serial killer with active cravings. Jimmie Putnam has made a lot of changes. Now, with his own ice cream shop, hiding bodies is easier than ever before. With sixteen kills under his belt, Jimmie is cocky. And, the cravings are only getting worse: Have you ever just been in the mood for ice cream? You can't really say why that craving comes on. But, you can't sleep, even at 2 a.m. until you get it. So, you...

Sometimes, the cravings just take over. Jimmie Putnam is an ordinary man by any measure. By day, he works as a law clerk. At night, when he can't fight the cravings, he becomes a collector. He takes great care of his human Things, buying them cherry lipstick and reading to them from his journal. When they've, been on their best behavior, he even takes them out of his freezers... Sometimes, the need is just too deep. Florel Ross has been mostly invisible...

The Cabin Justice is bitter. It began with a simple hope and a need but got crazy quick. For lifelong besties Suzie and Heather, it was obvious there would be a price for sweet justice eventually. Karma is-after all-a subjective thing. And, pain and pleasure can be as tangled as friendship. But, it's not always so complicated. We have all been there. We know that justice can be sweet. So what if, Heather and Suzie wondered, they found a way to turn...

Step into the madness…My name is Samantha. In theory, or Hebrew or even Aramaic it means God heard" or Listener." Epic, really, considering I've never believed in God and that I'd rather poke my ear drums out with dull spoons than listen to the daily yammering around this place. I've never been a listener. Truth is, I take after my mother, who'd also rather be on stage. I guess that comes natural when you grow up as a side show act in a freaky-assed...

Every business starts with a market and a need.It was obvious when Heather got out of a quick stint in county lock-up that there was a need for someone to give karma a little shove in the right direction.We've all been there. We know the pain of moving on. But what if, Heather and Suzie wondered, moving on could be pain-guaranteed-for the ones who'd hurt them?Welcome to The Ranch:A place where clients are encouraged to order justice ala carte. Torture...

Going Postal isn't just for the carrier stuck in a snowbank or the mail lady freshly bitten by a nippy dog.Going Postal is for the old woman dependent on medications in a rural town. It's for the single mom balancing three jobs. Or the alcoholic who can't drive for another year due to a suspended license.Enter the small town of Rome, where mail delivery has never been something residents could count on. Since the pandemic, a shortage of workers, and...