Chuck said these words, but they weren’t to me. At least it didn’t feel like it. He was staring forward, like the others standing around me. He spoke to the vast garden of flowers just before us.
My eyes ping-ponged between Chuck and the bed of flowers. The colors of red, blue, pink, and lavender became nothing but a blur.
When Sue told me that she kept the hair of everyone she dated, I wanted to jump out of her vehicle. I'm aware that she was driving 80 down a freeway, but I was just fine with the consequences.
So. Me being kidnapped by a pirate is my fault. Like…thinking about it, I can’t really validate much. It’s literally my fault.
Allow me to elaborate.
Sherry called things off with me on Thursday, and I was in a funk. I know our time together was short, but that doesn’t hold from the fact that being dumped sucks.
So, on Friday…I was…looking to fuck. Sorry to sound blunt. And sorry to sou...
It all started with the old cars hidden in the woods. Charlie Mi was the one who’d found them, said he
He said he'd found them on a random Sunday afternoon while wandering around Shadowbrook with nothing to do.
“It’s just down this way for a bit longer,” Charlie said. There was a slight crack to his voice, for just a split second. The confidence that he had when we entered Shadowbrook was gone,...
Mom said we didn't live in a house. She said that we could only call it a house if it had a roof and four walls, with doors and windows throughout those walls.
"We live in a wall, Becca," she said one day as she swept the floor. I have no idea why she invested so much time into sweeping the floors when they constantly looked dirty. I had the dirty feet to prove that. "It's just the way the worl...
When the UFOs appeared, from out of the clouds, I was relieved. They came from out of nowhere on a Tuesday evening that threatened rain. The forecast projected showers for the next few days, and I'd kept my eye on them throughout the day, to see when the gray would release. My phone had been going on the fritz with texts and posts about the foreign objects emerging from the clouds, but I'd seen th...
At some point in 2025, a law was passed that allowed human beings to splice their DNA with whatever they wanted to be. I had no idea that something so stupid had been discussed, let alone passed. Regardless, it didn’t take long for people to start splicing themselves with whatever they desired.
Some of these combinations were pretty basic, for example: Mrs. Santoro, my second-grade teacher, had ...
The gnomes had come from out of nowhere, on a random Wednesday night. Jerry noticed them, just as he was falling asleep. They were rummaging around in his underwear drawer. He could see them in the darkness, shadows imprinted on the darkness. He could hear them whispering...loudly. He snatched his phone from off the nightstand, turned on the flashlight, and aimed it at his dresser.
His biggest fear was shells. Plain and simple. At the ripe age of seventeen, Vincent Marlowe had experience with shotgun shells. He’d seen the damage they could do, how men, armed with shells, were capable of wiping out an entire village. If they could do that on land? What could they do in the depths of the ocean?
Professor Donohue had gone down a laundry list of fish and other sea creatures to ...
It was her idea to leave at 5 a.m., when the sun hadn’t even woken up and the fog was so thick that it made Clyde nervous. He’d only driven down the bridge a handful of times, three, maybe four times, and there wasn’t an inch of confidence in him. He stayed focused on the small amount of road before him, but he could feel her glare. Could see her anger and frustration through his peripherals, thro...
