I could not for the life of me understand how old Carol Weathers, the tottering bubble of sunshine who noticed the engagement ring sparkling on my hand the minute she saw me, had somehow missed the eight-foot tall thing towering in her kitchen, helping itself to raw pasta.

If you asked me to describe exactly what the thing in her kitchen was, I wouldn’t have been able to tell you. It had a som...

Her soul is red like her father’s anger,

Pink like her mother’s love,

Her soul is black like midnight,

Yellow like the high noon sun

Her soul is green like the peace of nature,

Blue like the deep churning sea,

Grey like an oncoming rainstorm,

Orange like a fireplace’s heat

Her soul is purple like a crystal globe,

Brown the way chocolate is sweet,

Her soul is light like innocence,

Dark in the sam...

the sands whisper

as the wind carries them

far, far from scorching heat

the whispers of ancient prophecy

buried from centuries of neglect

are lifted up, up

and blown north, where they settle

a thin coating of dust

sprinkled over the hood

of a grey toyota prius

and a lonely man drives,

drives away, not knowing

his car holds pieces of prophecy

from the buried sahara sands...

“That’s my goldfish, dude!”

“No, sir, I think you misunderstand me, this criminal is wanted in seventeen countries for war crimes and multiple counts of vehicular slaughter. He is extremely unstable!”

I put my head in my hands and stare at my goldfish of 4 years, Jerry P. A complete freeloader, I should say, but whenever people see him looking sorry for himself at the bottom of his very expensive...

“thanks. it’s really…nice.”

that night i scream quietly,

i ‘lost’ that last week....

merry christmas bitches

lets go burn the house down

i left the chicken

in the oven too long

crap. crap crap crap crap crap noo

the

chicken!!

oh no

our house

i guess we’re homeless now...

ayo what’s with this

what happened to the font dude

why’s it so formal...

sobbing

pleading

screaming

crying

hiding

thinking

sighing

where did you go, o sweet

child, lost to the abyss?

a/n: (i saw a really nice pinterest photo and then my feed refreshed, rip beautiful flower field at sunset you will be missed)...

I will feast on your dying mind—

Devour your fond memories,

Eat away at your thoughts,

Gnaw on your ancient beliefs

I am the monster that feeds

On your once-alive brain

And then makes sure that

Your loved ones get eaten too.

Nothing but crumbs will be left

Of offspring you raised tenderly

Your sweet, sweet granchildren

Snapped up into my waiting jaws.

You will have nobody left;

Bite by bite I w...

“Please send the email into Head Office by tomorrow evening.”

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To: kittyswan@inlook.co.ke

CC: darrenjames@coldmail.com

From: chrislark@dmail.com

Subject: Why Does This Keep Happening

Hello Kitty, hope this email finds you alright and you’re having a restful weekend, so on so on so on. Wish I could say the same. We’ve got devastating news. Our life-sized light-up sculpture of Micheal My...