Author name: Tim Baril

Mei The St. Vincent volcano lit up the night like unholy fireworks of death. Flaming orange comets spewed through the

Mei It was intimidating to watch a large, athletic, and very dangerous man charge full tilt at her with a

Moore Moore watched the first officer charge towards one side of the tree in pursuit of the prisoner. Thinking himself

Stray gusts continued to whip the surface of the Caribbean sea, creating wavelets and sending fine sprays of water in

Williams Twas a dark and stormy night. For the first time in weeks, the serene warmth and sunshine of the

Lance They watched in silence as the gangster quickly bled to death and then went limp. Funny, it was the

Armand She came out of the jungle like something out of a storybook, an avenging angel with no sign of

Fowler The capital of the island of Barbados was a quaint, bustling place called Bridgetown. It was nestled into the

Mei crashed through bushes. Tree branches tore at her as she passed. But she was in no state of mind