Samanda R. Primeau (it’s pronounced “Sam” – the rest is silent) is a jack-of-all-trades (or rather, jill) who has been, at one time or another, everything from a country radio DJ to a poker dealer to a pet store manager, but hopes to be just a writer when (if) she grows up.
No Darkness but Ignorance by Samanda R. Primeau
I went there to kill myself, not to solve the mystery.
I kind of hoped it was true, that there really were ghosts in the old railroad warehouse. Maybe they would grab my soul and keep it there,...
Regarding Lily by Samanda R. Primeau
Ok, so I’m in this closet in the hospital. The vid’s kind of dark, but I don’t want to turn on the light because somebody might find me. And I have to find Lily first.
I can’t go into...
The Power of Love by Samanda R. Primeau
There was no angel. Julius looked around the sterile, green hospital room in disbelief. The room, he remembered, smelled of disinfectants and latex; he couldn’t smell it now, of course, but his...