I was four years old the first time I saw the God in the Gutter. The memory didnât form until my mother mentioned that one summer I started shrieking while on a walk. When prompted I pointed to a storm drain and said I didnât like the man peeking out. […]
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I Through my peephole, I saw that it was still there. The flayed skin glistened under the dim glow of the hanging incandescent lightbulb. It knew I was watching and came close until the peephole framed only its visage. The conjoined faces of my neighbors stared into me, with mouths
âGetting laid is overrated anyways. My first time was the quintessential fantasy. An older quirky party girl who would show me the ropes. It was awkward and fumbling and we kept clacking our teeth together. You know what I got out of it? HPV,â my friend Eduardo said with a
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Dreams, it all started with a dream. It wasnât anything ambitious or grand that I yearned for; all I wanted was freedom. But time has a funny way of twisting things; now all I dream of is the end. Every night and every contemplative waking moment, my thoughts and dreams
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Two weeks. That’s how long it took for my life to fall apart. Two weeks for everything I ever loved or cared about to be taken from me in the cruelest way imaginable. And it all started on that hateful plot of land that was supposed to be my familyâs
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It all started with a simple schoolyard rhyme. No one knew the original incarnation, only a fragment of it survived and was circulated amongst our school. âA pail of snails lifts the veil to Blackbart the Frail.â Blackbart became an amalgam of the boogeyman and a wish-granting genie. Lara was
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