Not everyone in war-torn Europe believed in bigotry and hatred. Even among a nation of monsters, a few human beings remained, hidden and camouflaged within the guise of Nazism and fanaticism. This is the story of one such old man, a railyard, and tiny scraps of paper drifting on the wind, each bearing a desperate last message from the dead. This really happened. It didn't have to happen, but it really, really did.

A special agent with a special job, he's the janitor of all the unhappy, unpleasant, bleeding places of the world. He'll clean up your messes and leave nary a living witness in the muck that remains. Man, woman and child, his conscience is absent, his drive is relentless, and his soul is a ravenous void. Cyclic rates of cannon fire and napalm. Cluster bombs and poison gas. Ever the calm, cool professional, he feels nothing. He is nothing.

One morning on a vacation with this extended family, all bound to watch the patriarch run his first marathon, Mortimer witnesses a terrible crime. In the intervening minutes, a small child's fate hangs on his capacity to sprint. He will risk everything in his old age to set things straight. It's the race of a lifetime He's no hero. He's retired and has nothing better to do. Run, daddy, run

A marauding legion of starving aliens arrive on Earth for a brief but terrifying raid on the planet. For a few unbelievably deadly days they will raid humankind to fill their larder before they can continue on their indeterminate journey. Though the invaders are impervious to most human defenses, one man finds safety with a household pet They are many and they are hungry. Human beings are defenseless. You never needed a cat so badly

Jo-Jo's father died young, and his mother, while present, could not pick up the slack. It's not easy to raise an unguided young man of high school age, especially a young man as misunderstood as Jo-Jo. The last day of school will be the boy's -Big Day-, and it will forever change everyone who experiences it. Life is too short to mourn the dead forever. In a smile, a frown. In laughter, sorrow.

It's the perfect assassination. Every man who murders his wife and every wife who murders her husband does so with the firm belief they will never be caught, although this belief belies the inevitably obvious suspect. From time to time, however, chance mates with fortune to present the perfect crime. She's worth a life and the price of a bullet. He will risk all for one selfish act of violence. Will the hunter become the hunted?

In the not-so-distant future, human beings are reduced to commodities; components too easily replaced. Everyone has their place and life is at least livable, provided the machine encounters no errors or glitches. This is the story of one such glitch and the horrifying freedom it produces for a simple human cog. We're all consumers. Cogs in a vast machine. Let's hope we remain a vital, integral part of it all.

This is reality television run amok, daytime programming in the bloody Roman Coliseum. Survival is the game and vast wealth the reward. What of the hapless individuals tossed together into competition? Can they retain their humanity and still do what it takes to win? When defeat is death, does this difference matter? Fun and games in the depths of a hostile rain forest. It's every man, and woman, for themselves

When the constraints of the mission make it impossible to use electronics or cameras, they send him. Like the endless reel of a forever camera, his mind records the faces that pass before his vision, all set indelibly into the tissues of his brain. He has a photographic memory, after all. It is his greatest skill. It is his devilish curse. This spy has no need to keep a secret camera. His memory is photographic. Yet, everyone needs to forget from time to time.

In the not-so-distant future, professional life is reduced to help-desk duty, the workweek is eight hours long, and the average citizen lives a leisurely lifestyle. When an inconceivable glitch named 'Ed' appears mysteriously within the ubiquitous network, however, a global revolution becomes unavoidable. Ed stepped out onto the web, naked as pure energy. It's a better way of life.