Because let’s face it – the disturbed mind of a human can be more terrifying than any monster.
You can blame it on the alcohol, but that wouldn’t make me feel any better. People drink everyday without killing …
Have you ever wanted to love someone, but couldn’t? That’s how I felt about Tammy. We never should have gotten …
Either you have a soul or you don’t. It’s the same to me either way. If there is no soul, …
I hate my job.
I hate selling days of my life while barely earning enough to sustain it. I hate my boss who tells me I’m lucky to find stable work in such an uncertain world. I hate my friends who treat dreams like an unfortunate symptom of youth that need to be outgrown.
Patient Name: Jordan Malone
Age: 42
Sex: Male
Diagnosis: Xenophobia
Time of death: To be determined
If someone pointed a gun at me and filled me with lead, then no one would question my right to remove the bullet from my body. It was forced into me against my will, and I would be a fool not to fight tooth and nail to stop it from destroying my life.
My grandfather is 95 years old and not long for this world. There’s nothing but a mess of tubes and wires to tether him here with us. It’s difficult for him to speak, but each rasping whisper carries a severe weight that cannot be interrupted. My family doesn’t talk about things like death though, so whenever I visit with my dad we tend to spend most of the time sitting in near-silence.
Her freckles make my knees weak. I can feel heavy drops of sweat squeezing through my pores. It’s going to be my turn next, and I’ve spent the last few minutes carefully rehearsing my words and their casual inflection in my mind. Missy’s left knee is almost touching my right one as we sit on the same log, and the faintest sensation of her body heat is burning a hundred times hotter than the campfire.
I’m that guy who will swerve across three lanes of traffic without hesitation because I spotted a sign for a garage sale. Doesn’t matter that I don’t need anything, doesn’t matter if there are three other people in my car with busy lives and no interest in digging through someone else’s trash. Garage sales are like magical dimensions where anything is possible and reality is only a suggestion.
“Happy Birthday Mahjouba. I hope someone gets you the new phone I saw you looking at last week.”
-Love X