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“Daddy, why do they hate us?” “Oh sweetie, it may seem like they hate us but really it is more like they chose us.” “But Daddy, I didn’t want to be picked!” “Neither did I pumpkin, ...

“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” I yell out, sweat pouring down my face as I melt away from the stress of the situation. There is my mother, my perfect, caring and understanding mother, lying on the floor semi-conscious ...

This is Part 1 of the Did Boy Kill? series. You can read the other installments in the linked tag. I had an incredibly interesting conversation today with someone I love deeply. I do not know ...

This is Part 2 of the Did Boy Kill? series. You can read the previous installments in the linked tag. My husband and I are alive. My son is not, well not in the way that ...

No one knows that my affluent aunt bequeathed me her favorite thing in the world, the beach house she bought many years ago on the Florida Panhandle. I’ve been renting it out for years actually, though ...

This is Part 4 of the Did Boy Kill? series. You can read the previous installments in the linked tag. Much has happened over the past week since I last posted so let me get you ...

When I was younger I used to work as a night auditor for a very popular hotel chain in New Orleans. This particular hotel was once an old warehouse in the Central Business District. It had ...

Hope. It really is the most powerful yet dangerous and cruel of human traits. It forces us to defy logic, sometimes at great cost. Other times it guides us through treacherous waters and back into the ...

After my parent’s divorce, and for too many years after, my twin sister Ginny would wake me up unexpectedly in the middle of the night. Her demeanor would always be frightened and scared when she did ...

This is Part 5 and the last installment of the Did Boy Kill? series. You can read the previous installments in the linked tag. They are dead. They are all fucking dead; my husband, Tim, the ...

This is Part 3 of the Did Boy Kill? series. You can read the previous installments in the linked tag. Thanks to Redditors who asked not to be mentioned in this story, we think we have ...

Most people sleep to rest. I don’t. I sleep to communicate. The person I visit knows things. It knows things about you. It knows things about them. It knows things about everything. When I sleep, I ...

"Look at it go, sweetie!" the loving father joyfully called out to his little girl, pointing upward toward the kite flying high above the secluded beach. "Here baby, you try." The little girl stood there shy, ...

The Waterfarmer Tonight he had purpose. The number was to be twenty…twenty of the best. Or at least the best he could find. The twenty were to be found in the water; in their place of ...

When I was a child my father owned a janitorial company that worked almost every night at our local Showbiz Pizza Place/Chuck E. Cheese’s. He would often bring me to work with him so I could ...

I love jigsaw puzzles. So when I found one on my phone that allowed me to make any size puzzle I want with a snap of a picture I was hooked. I started by taking pictures ...

The sweet old lady rocks rhythmically in her recliner. Her head nods often in approval as she agrees wholeheartedly with her favorite evangelist late this evening. This has been Mrs. Weatherford's routine every night since her ...

The thing about fresh produce/meat/seafood is that you never know who, or what, touched it between the seed to the cooler. Would washing or cooking these items ever be enough if you really KNEW what and ...