Nothing and no one here is sacred, safe, or sane.

Which is weird, since this is a Nunnery. Of course, I could understand such a place not being safe or sane, you know, with all the active religious trauma going on. Of any place, like, ever, shouldn't the home of nuns be the most sacred place???

So anyway, there I was, a humble pizza boy, at the front door of Saint Mary's of Matriarch Catholic So...

After the birds lefr, the sun fell, and the foliage of my branches fluttered to the ground, they came.

At first, they brought with them a squirming mass still oozing the red sap I know now as blood. They picked up one of my fallen limbs and brought it down onto the body. A defeaning crack sounded through the air only to be broken by the sounds of digging.

Time passed. My roots reached out to th...

The journal quivered in my hands, disturbing the thick air of dust in my late grandmother's attic. Silently, I cursed my mother for leaving me with yet another dead person's house to clean. It took me weeks to get through my mothers townhouse at the Village, and now I had to fight my way through my grandmother's cottage too.

At least my grandmother had been an artist, unlike my mother, who hoarde...

In some ways, it was nice to be the one leaving, instead of the one being left.

I stared down at the body before me. A pile of limbs at angles too unnatural to be healthy. I stumbled away from it. Suddenly the alley seemed too tight. The once plentiful moonlight now barely bright enough to illuminate my crime.

Because that's what it was. A crime.

How do I explain this to the board? To the capta...