Greg Wilburn: 12 books

Although the war rages between the Limphelm and the Mentilm, no danger is as great as the warrior Daleli. The only half-breed between the two kingdoms, he fights and lives for his beloved Juniel alone. But with Juniel's death at the hands of the barbarous Mentilm and the Limphelm plot to assassinate...

Michael Stevens had to kill and eat those fourteen women. Their meat was too delicious, and he couldn't resist. His rampage was finally put to an end, but he avoided the death penalty. Admitted to Tersen Asylum for the past three years, he hopes to reform his cannabalistic ways. But with a vegetarian...

Four year old Stacy Ludley just got her first imaginary friend. Or so she thinks. Feeling disregarded by her parents who have sold her best friend and stuffed walrus, Mr. Tusky, at their garage sale, she can do nothing but latch onto her new friend Sophie. But is this new friend she's found in the...

In this short story, Thomas Wingefeld comes face to face with the horror of his existence as a result of betraying his good friend Arthur. He never meant to be a liar, a monster, a heathen, but that is what he became. And with each passing day, with each lie piled on top of the other, he can only...

I thought he was just a passing nightmare I didn't have to remember. But the boy--that faceless boy--was a living evil I couldn't comprehend. He came for me and played his sick game, knowing that I'd be playing the whole time against my better will. He hoped I'd win--that sick child--and I did. Why couldn't have I known that in catching him that I'd be given despair worse than any death?

As John runs from the hollow gaze of the ever-nearing clown, he is forced to question his importance to the clown and his very own sanity. He frantically searches for answers while knowingly sacrificing friends and loves to the demon, hoping to finally be rid of the monster that refuses to let him...

This man’s story brings to light not only the monsters outside, but also the monsters within. At each turn, he is pushed closer to the edge of desolation, with the rising number of infected ready to send him plummeting over it. Each survivor he meets along his journey remains as nameless as the...

But Jake has a plan. He already knows how the whole show will play out, leaving all for him to do is put on the performance of a lifetime. The details point out each mistake he made in preparation for his crime, but he hopes his slick words will get him out of a pinch. While the clock seems to quickly...

Malen was never supposed to know the secret of the clock. Even when he saw the dark shadow within as a boy, he passed it off as mere illusion. Grandma tried to protect him, to push him away from its evil. But with Malen back at the house and Grandma no longer strong enough to thwart its darkness, will the clock's vile soul finally have salvation at the hands of Malen's doom?

That final Tuesday morning was the last time I talked to Daddy. It was raining outside. Now, at the age of forty-three I still remember. I remember Daddy's grey eyes, the sad way they looked off in the distance when he talked to me. I always wanted to be like him, and I still do. The little boy inside of me never died, and he will always reflect on the love I had for Daddy.

Renee Engle never expected to be bitten, to become a monster. But when five year old Jenny clamped rotten jaws onto her left wrist, the infection couldn't help but take hold. Jake couldn't understand, only able to slow the transformation as much as possible. And as the woman he loved turned into a monster from her own nightmares, there would soon be nothing left of Engle.

It came upon me suddenly in the dull moments of my drunken stupor. I tried to run, to rid myself of the shadow that chose the toss-away standing in the alley behind the Tipsy Marlow. But with the trapping of an animal such as I in the empty space of society, I found myself relying on instinct to survive. Little did I know that the greatest monster does not lie without, but within.