I practice law in Boston. I'm happy with my life, but whenever someone asks "Trevor if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?" I always answer Idol, Ohio. Idol was where my cousin ... [+]
The Murderena was the only place in all nine purgatories where someone could crawl out back to Earth. Sure, Earth was basically a purgatory already, what with the rat races on highways, but at least ... [+]
Mr. Lizard felt about his wife much in the way a sunflower does the sun:; growing, living, following that glowing warm light, angelic and celestial with every new day. Similarly, Mr. Lizard saw his ... [+]
Once a long time ago, there lived a small native family. A mommy, a daddy and two children. Of course a boy and a girl. This family lived happily near a big river, overlooking a mountain. They were ... [+]
In early 1640s Woolsthorpe, Lincolnshire, England, a time when England was immersed in a brutal civil war, lived a happily married couple who were expecting their first child in a few months. The ... [+]
When I was nine years old, I was waiting for a stranger I had met on Carousell two days prior at Tanjong Pagar MRT station after school while wearing my school uniform and carrying a plastic bag of ... [+]
Dearest demons and creatures,
So you've woken up to the grim realization you were never truly human, did you? How fortunate for you, as heaven was always an illusion. Regardless, what to do now
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I tune into the vault where I deposited daddy's cenotaph. Amidst the dead march's trills is suffused a tasteful air of Juliet's tomb. I pay the monthly renewal; the votives incense the air anew with ... [+]
"How does it feel, fighting for a cause painted in rose and rot?" Days have passed since my battle with the self-proclaimed God of War in prison, yet his words won't leave me. They tattooed ... [+]
I've had a dream of moving out for three years. It started as just a wish—I looked at my eyes in the mirror and told the man looking back that I was going to leave this place and never look back ... [+]
A couple of weeks before her junior year at the Metropolis Institute of Art and Design in New York City, Veronica savors her last days of summer at home in Sonoma, California. The city's verdant ... [+]
Rhonda pressed her feet into her potato gently, curling them against the warmth. It wasn't just any potato—it was a just-baked daily potato, round and sunny and perfectly plump. Rhonda needed the ... [+]
Brandon and Jake had the best costumes in the neighborhood. So when they got to Mr. Albers front porch, they were giddy with excitement. Mr. Albers was known for stocking up on king-sized candy bars ... [+]
When the butterfly egg settled upon the underside of a milkweed leaf, the winds across the North American prairies still carried the lingering chill of Canada. I could almost smell the scent of pine ... [+]
In a weathered five-story apartment between skyscrapers, a dim light seeped through the faded curtains. The wailing of sirens and the hum of the city filled the morning air. The old woman leaned on ... [+]
Completeness. The satisfying feeling of fullness that ironically seeks further wholeness as if it was never satisfied at all. Complete sets are perfect sets. Missing pieces are a grave sin. You ... [+]
