I was certain imposters had taken over my home, and I wouldn’t let them get away with it.
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The Secret Ingredient
Kim and I were getting high, nuzzled on our plush couch when a commercial for Mama’s Pies came through The Feed. My mouth immediately felt bland, as if I had licked cardboard. The flaky, crackling crust and sweet blueberries danced on the screen. A catchy song, almost a chant, overlaid the video. It went, “…makeContinue reading “The Secret Ingredient”
Don’t Let the Bed Bugs Bite
My business partner Aaron and I arrived at the dark cottage late at night, soaked to the bone from the torrential rain. The sign outside read Rooms Available! We were weary, and this should have been a good omen, yet the silhouette cut around the house by the full moon’s light left me unsettled. “IContinue reading “Don’t Let the Bed Bugs Bite”
The Trip
Mel looked up at me with a tentative smile. Her eyes did not contain the same endearing nervousness as on our wedding day. They hid something much tenser now. “Are you sure this is going to be okay?” Mel asked. “I’ve read that some people weren’t the same afterward.” “It’ll be fine,” I said curtly.Continue reading “The Trip”
Harold the Squirrel
Have you ever wondered why squirrels dart out in front of cars only to rush back to safety at the last second? Let me tell you the story of Harold the Squirrel. When Harold married his bride Emily, they were as happy as could be. They laughed and kissed and made love blanketed in theContinue reading “Harold the Squirrel”
The Nothingness
I had been snowed-in at my grandad’s cabin for over a week, and I was bored. Sure, it snowed in the city, but not like this. Even the animals couldn’t stand to be around here this time of the year. It was the silence, the nothingness, that I couldn’t get over. No games, no TV,Continue reading “The Nothingness”
Through the Fog
I should have never gone out on the boat with Ron. I laid in the lower deck of his small sailboat listening to him laughing on the phone with his jackass friends about the latest Joe Rogan podcast. My face was smushed against a plastic life preserver as I tried to focus on the hollowContinue reading “Through the Fog”
Don’t Go Into the Woods With Bobby
“Don’t go into the woods with Bobby!” My mom reminded me when I left the house for school that day. Bobby’s parents were poor, fat and stupid, but, to me, he would always be the kid that offered me half of his sandwich on the first day of school after bullies had taken mine. ThisContinue reading “Don’t Go Into the Woods With Bobby”
I Just Can’t Stop Killing Myself
I just can’t stop killing myself. It started off innocently enough, I suppose. It was the classic story of boy meets girl, boy messes up relationship, boy meets witch, boy wishes he can turn back time. Surprisingly, my wish worked as expected. I traveled back in time to a week prior when my girlfriend dumpedContinue reading “I Just Can’t Stop Killing Myself”
I Won’t Let You Leave
I won’t let you leave. Choose one to die. Nancy scrutinized the neon green message on the screen hoping it would reveal the secret to finally leaving the fluorescent lit dungeon. She nervously picked the dried blood from her finger nails and tried to not think about Laurie’s putrefying body in the corner. It servedContinue reading “I Won’t Let You Leave”
