If You’re Armed and at the Glenmont Metro, Please Shoot Me
If you’re armed and at the Glenmont metro, please shoot me. Make it a headshot. Shoot me in the temple, aiming slightly…
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I Found a Letter From My Stalker
I found this note, nailed onto a tree on my front lawn. I really don't know how to describe it. I'll just…
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A Shattered Life
I don't know when you're going to read this, but I can tell you when it started: I was out for a…
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Don’t Let Them In
Addiction took our mother slowly, rocked her through it and sung her to sleep sunk deep into the mattress on her bed.…
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The Living History Project
One of my least favorite parts about being a middle school history teacher is the bullshit “Living History” assignments we give at…
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Laughing Jack
It was a nice summer day, my 5-year-old son James was playing outside in the backyard of our suburban home.…
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The Melancholy of Herbert Solomon
On several occasions my interest in the supernatural has taken me to some of the most prestigious seats of learning in the…
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A Peculiar Kind of Madness
I'd always known that my great-grandma was an orphan, but in late October of last year, she decided to tell me the…
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My father told me a story once. I’ll never forget it, for a few reasons. I think it’s the first story he…
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The Sandman
"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night." -Edgar Allen Poe, "Eleanora"…
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Two years ago, a bunch of my friends and I went on a school-sponsored trip to Alaska set up by the Pursuit…
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Artificial
I didn’t stop running. I suppose I could have, if I wanted to, but the thought of what would happen to me…
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The cold was the first thing I felt. Even before my eyes were open I felt a very deep chill in my…
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Everyone has tales about the strange and bizarre. My story is about how my half-hole mask saved my life, and continues to…
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Okay guys, before I begin, I gotta give you a fair warning. This story is absolutely true unfortunately. It is also very…
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Back in May of 2010, my best friend, Andy, and I wanted to make a video game that we thought was going…
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He first suspected that they were going to eat him when he noticed the distinct lack of Yuletide smells. It wasn't perhaps…
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“Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.” - Maya Angelou…
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The Crawlspace
I guess you could say I'm writing this as a cautionary tale to those who plan on studying abroad in future. I…
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Being a programmer, one of my dreams has always been to create an original video game, something that nobody in the industry…
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I didn’t want to move to a new place. All of my toys were in boxes and we didn’t have any T.V.…
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