Received 12:15 PM: my hearts beating a mile a minute Sent 12:16 PM: well, don’t die *beep, beep, beep* “Oh, that’s you,” he whispered as he looked up from his phone, “don’t die.” He chuckled, “I won’t.” She kept her pace walking toward him as he turned on his toe and took off without letting…
Vicious
No one wants to be fucked up. No one actually wants to be the cute, little girl capable of making grown men cry; making insecure women develop eating disorders, drug problems, or killing themselves; or making decisions based purely from a twist void where a heart thought capable of functioning sat. No one wants to…
A Face Restored – Part 2
He couldn’t believe he had found her again. Nick remembered the first time he had seen her face on Stinger. His phone had died before he could get a good look, let alone swipe right. Granted her name was Courtney, not Amanda, but there she fucking was, on his screen, saying hello. To him. She…
A Face Restored – Part 1
Nick Sciacalli had been mindlessly swiping right long enough for his thumb to start to feel numb. Given the callus that had developed on most of his fingers he was surprised he had any feeling left to lose. His friends joked it was from the incessant swiping. His best friend Lotisha was concerned that it…
Birdfriend
There was once a little bird. She had a beautifully elaborate wrought iron cage with three different levels, a fountain bath area, and a door that despite its ability to close was always opened. The cage itself was five feet tall and almost four feet wide. It stood on a heavy wooden table made from…
‘Eye’ Loved You Till It Hurt
Cornelia wasn’t able to blink. She had been trying for several minutes, but to no avail. It was like her eyes had been taped over, bound by a semi-clouded piece of black plastic. She felt the room spinning with every attempt to free her eyes. The spinning quickened with each try. A dull ache was starting…
Eating to Die
After not being able to successfully kill myself twice earlier in my life I set out on a mission to eat myself to death, and boy oh boy does it taste good. At six feet and four hundred pounds I still have some work to do, but it can’t be too much longer.
Arty’s Hearty-ttack
My recipe for those delectable patties includes the fattiest cuts of pork and beef the butcher could possibly provide.
Herbert and the Children’s Farm
Not so deep down, I think he hated it. I think he hated me more. Mom, however, loved it. When she had dad saw off my foot with a blue kitchen knife, the serrated edges that look like waves, Mom wanted to get my name tattooed on my foot.
Good Samaritan Snow Day
Other than that my shovel resides comfortable on top of the two frozen solid cases of water used as both emergency weapons and weight to prevent my car, Linus, from fishtailing.