"What have I done?" as I stood over the dead body of my friend. What have I done I repeated in mind shocked at the scene in front of me. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder

OK what are you doing?

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When I was a child,

"WHAT" screamed Charolotte as the floor collapses due to an unholy amount of hotdogs. She was really confused because

He was young. Stayed that way.

Eirin screamed while tears ran down her face. 'Help...Please'. Another nightmare. She gets these often. James was asleep beside her, but didn't hear her.

I postponed reaching maturity by thirty years—the expectation far outweighed the consequence—and, afterwards, I still felt so intolerably lacking. “If you don’t grow up, “Mother

I am horribly horribly lost. I know that the lost city of paradise wasn’t going to be easy to find but this seems excessive

My Tinder date & I were strolling along the seawall in Corpus Christi. We were playing 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon. I had stumped her with Emma Stone. I think she was pretending to be

“Yum!” exclaimed Al. “There’s nothing like a fudgsicle!” Ed lost his composure and laughed. “Al, that’s not a fudgsicle you’re licking!” Al looked at Ed incredulously. “No, that’s

Dottie made every effort to impress; she lured her red wig out of mothballs—judging by the size of its balls, that was some big moth; she had a sponge bath and soaked her dentures.

I remember the greatest achievement of my friends. It was degenerate, chaotic and technically illegal but it was so fucking beautiful.

Friendly nightmare

Whatever twas, I liked it enough to put off doing the dishes again. That wasn't hard to do. Exotic lifeforms that formed on week old food encrusted plates deserved a chance at Life

THE INVISIBLE EYE Once upon a time, in the small village of Hoover, Alabama, a child was born with a very curious condition: little Jenna had an invisible eye inside of her mouth!

As my dear brother lay sweating and pallid on the threshold, our mysterious lodger, whom I thought might murder us all, offered a healing lozenge. The wastemistress gasped and ran

Can —— you — — — hear — — — — ...me? The voice called out, darkness around, static echoing, distress settling in.

Churning out worries like butter. Makes the batter tastes strange.

The anwer hung, unseen, within the grasp of my hand. If only I had grasped it. That's done now. We remained in the dark to the answer I had in another life. Recognizing that we'd b