Iโ€™m pretty bad about changing light bulbs. If thereโ€™s any possible way I can put it off, I will. Thereโ€™s probably some psychoanalytical explanation for it, dating back to when I was a little girl and I grabbed one while it was still hot,...

After staring at a laminate television in the dark, I start to get sleepy. My eyes droop and the feeling of my body in unconsciousness starts to take its toll. Like a trance with my brain buzzing and my mouth hanging slightly open. I remember that...

I watch the horror film that is news, every single fucking day. I have, shall we say, an unhealthy obsession, with knowledge, and subsequently the โ€˜knowledgeโ€™ provided by my television screen. I just cannot seem to ignore it; I suppose this is due to my...

I am walking in a thick, swirling, yellow haze. Struck with an overwhelming nausea, I sink to the ground and vomit viscous bile. I'm surrounded by figures that are tall and distorted, almost like shadows on a wall. They have elongated faces and their...

โ€œFUCK, FUCK, FUCK!โ€ 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 after the nasty fall she just had. I turn...

Hello, my name's Charlie Ipstien. Dorky, I know. But Iโ€™m better known as โ€˜Chipsโ€™ by my familiar. I ainโ€™t a classy guy, a lowlife thug people call me. And I admit it. Canโ€™t really blame myself though. It was where I was damn raised. Messed...

I was only nineteen years old - prime of my life Iโ€™ve been told - and I had just been thrust into the world of learning labeled college. All sorts of new experiences and new ideas, books and articles, beer and women. The typical undergraduate...

โ€œDo you believe in Cartesian duality?โ€ โ€œCartesian what?โ€ โ€œThat consciousness is not caused by physical processes but by something else โ€” some sort of soul if you will.โ€ โ€œI guess not.โ€ โ€œWell, then I guess I shouldnโ€™t-โ€œ โ€œYou promised!โ€ โ€œOk, but donโ€™t say I didnโ€™t warn you. Thereโ€™s a famous thought...

Annie ran away again the other night. It took me hours to find her in the park, going back and forth on the swings without a care in the world, like she had every right to be there. And she dyed her hair again, blonde...

Everything started out normal. It was just a simple nightmare, right? But the more I thought about it, the more unlikely that sounded. No nightmare could be that detailed, that gruesome. At first I thought I was alone in that dream, but I couldn't have...

At my young tender age, painting was the only psychoanalysis I ever needed to retreat to, or how common people call it therapy. Every hour in the morning until the sun rises, my brush strokes back and forth. It tells a part of a story...

(Based on a real life premonition.) On the eve of his parents death Alex sat down at the dining table and poured himself a glass of crystalline red wine. He swirled it around in his mouth before swallowing and grimaced at sour grape-like taste that died...