paranormal

The Puppeteer

“Do I look fat in this dress?” Betsy asked. She looked up and down herself with a toothless and cartoonish torqued lip. She was wearing the same white dress with pink polka-dots she always did. “What?” Bert groaned. Charlie’s hands were getting numb and sweaty, but the skit was almost done. He pushed on. This […]

The Harvest

My car rolled steadily over the crackling gravel road. In the last hour of the drive, my GPS lost its signal and got me lost in about three directions before I finally found my way. But even if there was any service in that remote tundra I’m still not sure the facility would have shown […]

Sammy

I never really liked toys that were meant for boys. Something about firetrucks and army men didn’t catch my eye. I wasn’t interested in their implied chaos and disaster even when I was too young to fully attribute the toys to their places in the world. My father would even try to drag me down […]

A Walk to Nowhere

Some people say the homeless are all crazy. I used to be one of those people, but life has a way of giving perspective. Last August I lost my job, mostly out of the blue. But then again it could have had something to do with the “night caps” turning into dessert accompaniments, then lunch […]

Gifted

Enzo is a gifted kid, always has been. And I know what you’re thinking: don’t know all mothers claim their son is ‘gifted’? They act like he’s the second coming of Jesus but with traces of Superman, Ghandi, and Einstein. They say he’s bound for Harvard because he learned how to walk three weeks earlier […]

Trapdoor

Reed and I were together for five years, but sometimes I lost track. As they say: time flies when you’re having fun. He was everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. Reed was handsome, patient, attentive and passionate. Recently, I had the pleasure of stringing nearly one hundred iterations of the word “yes” together, clutching […]

The Lost Colony

I used to always hate history class, especially in middle school. If we weren’t covering a war then the class just dragged on about tiresome theory, writings, and unrelatable struggles from hundreds of years ago. Who cares about what life was like in the 1500s under British rule? I envied them in a way – […]

It's Over, Jeremy.

           Over the past week I’ve been visited nightly, barring last night. I wish I could tell you my visitor was a woman at best case, of the extraterrestrial variety in the worst case – or what I hoped would be the worst case.             To put it lightly, my sleep schedule has not been the […]

The Angel From Beneath

I fell into a deep sleep last night, fueled by a lengthy study session for my Philosophy fin…

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