Most people sleep to rest. I don’t. I sleep to communicate. The person I visit knows things. It knows things about you. It knows things about them. It knows things about everything. When I sleep, I sleep to know. I sleep to know more about everything. I sleep to know about the plan. I sleep...

The sweet old lady rocks rhythmically in her recliner. Her head nods often in approval as she agrees wholeheartedly with her favorite evangelist late this evening. This has been Mrs. Weatherford's routine every night since her late husband left her alone and vulnerable. The preacher is...

β€œDaddy, why do they hate us?” β€œOh sweetie, it may seem like they hate us but really it is more like they chose us.” β€œBut Daddy, I didn’t want to be picked!” β€œNeither did I pumpkin, but unfortunately it is the will of greater men and a greater...

No one knows that my affluent aunt bequeathed me her favorite thing in the world, the beach house she bought many years ago on the Florida Panhandle. I’ve been renting it out for years actually, though I haven’t visited it since I was a kid....

"Look at it go, sweetie!" the loving father joyfully called out to his little girl, pointing upward toward the kite flying high above the secluded beach. "Here baby, you try." The little girl stood there shy, timid and melancholy as she stared skyward at the pale,...

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. Hamani… everyone. And it’s my fault…...

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, β€œpossessed”...

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...

β€œFUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” I yell out, sweat pouring down my face as I melt away from the stress of the situation. There is my mother, my perfect, caring and understanding mother, lying on the floor semi-conscious after the nasty fall she just had. I turn...

I love jigsaw puzzles. So when I found one on my phone that allowed me to make any size puzzle I want with a snap of a picture I was hooked. I started by taking pictures of random shots in my room, clicked β€œcut” then...