Arthur Nightingale was known for his bestselling horror novels until recently. After his mother's tragic death, he no longer saw himself as an author. Both his publisher and fans were breathing down his neck for the next Arthur Nightingale bestseller. He couldn't bring himself to admit to his agent that he had already blown through the advance money for a book he couldn't finish. Ending his book felt too permanent for him. Endings had become too painful in his world.
Arthur had to come up with something before his publisher discovered the truth and insisted on getting the money back. It had been a long time since he last published a collection of short stories. Maybe it was time to put another collection together to satisfy everyone. The question that consumed Arthur's every thought was whether he could write The End.