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 Catholic and Voodoo priests, Dr. Hamaniโ€ฆ everyone. And itโ€™s my faultโ€ฆ...

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 uncovered who has, for lack of a better term, โ€œpossessedโ€...

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 how something was contaminated? After all, the seed sprouts from...

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 what to make of it, but what I do know...

Back in February of 2008, I decided that I needed a change in my monotonous life. Whether that change would come in the form of a new job or a new toothbrush, I didn't know. I was never the most adventurous person, I've always found...

1 When I was 12 years old, my parents finally decided to split me and my younger brother up and give us our own rooms. I was a couple of years older than Alex so I got the bigger space, while he stayed in the box-room....

The overwhelming majority of your actions in life will have no effect on your eternal condition. After all, does a grain of sand have any effect on a prodigious star? Of course it doesnโ€™t. The star cannot even discern the grain of sand, let alone,...

This is difficult, very difficult. I am not at all comfortable with this. I keep reminding myself why Iโ€™m doing it. These are not the typistโ€™s words. The typist is not me, but my sister. I donโ€™t know if she believes me, but sheโ€™s giving...

โ€œLittle solace comes to those who grieve When thoughts keep drifting as walls keep shifting And this great blue world of ours Seems a house of leaves, Moments Before The Wind.โ€ -House of Leaves. (Pg. 563) Greg was asleep. He had been for some time, as was normal. Depression has a way of sapping...