An Open Letter to My Best Friend
You know who you are. I wrote this because you've been complaining recently about how you want to be set free. I…
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I Can’t Wake Up
Though I've spiced up the narrative a bit, this is a mostly accurate account of what happens to me on a regular…
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The Boy in the Devil Costume
I hate Halloween for many reasons. I have to answer the door every ten minutes. I have to pretend like I’m excited…
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This farm has been in my family for two generations. I've always enjoyed the peace and solitude since I was a boy,…
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As I walked into my local library, I felt at peace. Some people are addicted to heroin; I am addicted to literature.…
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How To Break a Bad Habit
When I was in college, I developed a bad habit. No, not alcohol or drugs, something far tamer than those. I developed…
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Coming Home
Before I start I should mention that the names of the crew who worked on the movie have been either changed or…
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An App Called Forbidden Fruits Gave Me More Than Good Food
It’s been three days since I last used an app called Forbidden Fruits and I’ve become weak to the point to where I can…
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Many have speculated that the plane in which we live is not the only plane in existence. Those who say this will…
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I stand at the top of my stairs, socked toes curling into the carpet as one hand squeezes the door handle and…
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Masking the Smell
Becoming a parent changes everything. We have implicitly accepted the notion that all things in life should be regulated for orderly consumption.…
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I Was Hired to Murder Myself
I have always enjoyed killing; and I blame it on my farm childhood. Calling it a farm is a big stretch. I…
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“Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the…
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Have you ever had one of those dreams, where you dream you're doing something, only to wake up and realize you're almost…
Read NowCandle Walker
The room was dark and empty, a spare room that I hadn't had the chance to do anything with. The electricity had…
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My Sister Brought Home A Clown
I grew up with a healthy fear of clowns, I’d say. Could’ve been because of Stephen King, could’ve been because of John…
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Hey everyone! I have a couple things that I wanted to get community input on, so let's get right to business. First: When…
Read NowWhat Haunts the Fields
"In the midst of the fields, they say are where the bodies were found. They were nailed to a stick of wood…
Read NowPersecution
Johnny ran as fast as was physically possible. He avoided trees and jumped over rocks and fallen branches, moved purely by instinct.…
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