The line between reality and dreams started to bleed around 1:00, when you could be sure that everyone in the house had fallen asleep. I hadnโ€™t thought about it much then, it just seemed like something innocent, non-threatening. The first one: Ants. A line of...

Nearly all great and epic stories โ€“ at least the unbelieveable ones, like sweet fairy tales โ€“ begin the same way. Therefore, so shall I. But my story is not sweet. Once upon a time, while in my forty-third year, I was a married woman living...

Iโ€™m here, again. Iโ€™m watching my wife die, again. Iโ€™m standing on a country road, a country road not far from our house. Itโ€™s dark. Iโ€™m not sure if itโ€™s night or early morning; the only immediate light source is coming from my wifeโ€™s overturned...