One of my least favorite parts about being a middle school history teacher is the bullshit “Living History” assignments we give at the end of every school year Kids are supposed to sit with their grandparents and video tape, voice record, or transcribe their oldest memories for posterity (and for an easy way to bring up their GPA)
I have been doing this for seventeen years, and when I collected the projects this time around, I assumed they would be as...[Read More]
It was the year 1992 Peter Ivankov’s life was never the same since then - firstly, because his home country had gone through a massive transformation following the dissolution of the Soviet Union the previous winter Secondly, 1992 was the year Peter went blind Early that year, Peter’s mother began sending Peter on regular trips outside their house in St Petersburg early that year Despite the mundane nature of these trips Peter never got tired of them - a trip to the...[Read More]
I’m sitting here in my basement, freezing my ass off in my boxers and more terrified than I’ve been in my entire fucking life It’s almost 3am, I don’t want to wake up my wife and I sure as hell don’t want her to ask what I’m writing about I just hope this is coherent enough for people to understand, maybe weigh in with some advice 5 years ago, I was 28 and living in a pit of shit and depression...[Read More]
I hadn’t been to my childhood home since my parents got divorced I was five years old when I was last in that home It was very important to me to have my home in my possession My Dad built half of the house and the entire backyard Now that I’m married and ready to start a family I really wanted my old childhood home back in my life I didn’t have much of a childhood and this was one...[Read More]
The Rodderson Experiments
By Henry Parkissel
Hey, everyone, it’s Henry from Oddity Watch, formerly known as MagaScream I would like to preface this article by addressing our recent name change, which was done because people thought that “Maga-“ in “MagaScream” was an acronym for “Make America Great Again” In actuality, it was intended to be a pun on the word “magazine” When we first decided to start this paranormal journalism company, we bounced around ideas and landed on, ”The magazine that’ll make you scream- MagaScream!” We are not...[Read More]
I’ve never posted like this before But I suppose I’ve never needed to If you’ve read the title, you know what to expect, and you can move on if you’d like to avoid the topic I’ll understand Grief is a funny thing Professor Farina taught me that in the first class I ever took for my undergrad, and I never understood it until now
For my wife, it’s turned into unreasoning anger She’s downstairs right now, no doubt cursing my name...[Read More]
We got to the hotel late The kiddo was a mess, and so was I I’d let Sally sleep through the flight while I tried to keep our two-year-old girl from having a total meltdown As the plane started its final descent, my relief was punctured by an absolute nightmare of a stabbing sinus headache… something to do with the change in pressure, I guess… and that’s when Amy started screaming So by the time we got to the hotel,...[Read More]
The two men stood in the crisp, evening mountain air The woodland that surrounded them on all sides was dense and deep “So…” the first man turned to the other, straightening up his stab-proof vest “Where do we go from here” The other police officer clicked his radio off, and turned to his counterpart “I think it’s a good idea to turn off our radios, this guy is probably a little skittish after all he’s been through”
The Colorado mountains stood...[Read More]
“So, you think your husband is trying to kill you”
“Yes! He is, I know it I know he took life insurance policies out of me Well, we did it together, actually…”
“But how does that prove that he’s trying to kill you”
“He is, just trust me You’ll be paid really well!
“Listen, I don’t trust people who are trying to kill someone else You have to prove to me that one, you have proof that he’s trying to kill you, and two,...[Read More]
“Halloa! Below there!” When he heard a voice thus calling to him, he was standing at the door of his box, with a flag in his hand, furled round its short pole One would have thought, considering the nature of the ground, that he could not have doubted from what quarter the voice came; but instead of looking up to where I stood on the top of the steep cutting nearly over his head, he turned himself about, and looked down...[Read More]
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