Like I said, I enjoyed Halloween as a kid. I liked creepy things like bats and spiders, and I low-key loved my church’s conversations about demons.
This is a bite-sized story that fits neatly into the concept of a “fractured fairy tale”. It stars a nameless heroine easily identifiable as Little Red Riding Hood, and it follows her as she navigates a terrifying forest filled with everything you don’t want to find in the woods.
What does a soul look like? He often wondered as the walked aimlessly through the streets, eyes downcast in a tireless but tiresome search. He’d dropped it somewhere, he was sure. At first, he barely missed it. His chest felt a bit empty, but that could have been any number of things. Maybe he was […]
One night, she lay on her back with her eyes fixed on the bedroom ceiling. “God,” she whispered. “I want to make a deal with you.”
When I was in junior high school, and dad and I watched a horror movie about vampires. I don’t remember which one. What I do remember is my father, a goofy hippy, making a joke about hippy vampires.
Once I was comfortable, I flew every night. It had always been my greatest dream.
I sometimes say that I grew up in the middle of nowhere, but that’s not quite true. If I really think it over, it’s more accurate to say that my little town perched on the edge of nowhere.
Those essays didn’t start out as anything ambitious, either. At their core, they’re just primal screams.
Joey missed her. He really did, though nobody seemed to think so. He didn’t really blame them. He didn’t emote like people expected. He didn’t cry at her funeral, or take time off of work or school. How could a teenager take the loss of his mother so well, they would ask. Did he not […]
Shallow words. They said everything you’d expect. All the customary platitudes flowed freely from their lying lips: We’re sorry for your loss, he was the kindest person I ever met, he was my friend for fifty years, and so forth. Fair enough, in some cases. The comments about his character bothered me the most. They […]