Dumpster Fire

Join the conversation in “Restaurant workers be like” as Abigail seeks the perfect name for her whimsical fall drink, blending flavors and vivid imagination.
read more…

The Feast of Midnight Stares

In the haunting setting of Thompson Heritage Ranch, 14-year-old Gabriel grapples with a legacy of darkness and the echoes of his changed family. Discover his struggle and the chilling truths that bind him.
read more…

Daniel’s Gyroscope

Explore the intense emotions and haunting tension between two people grappling with their turbulent relationship, as one reveals a bizarre invention born from despair.
read more…

Delicious

Discover the emotional story of friendship, concern, and illness as Jake supports his struggling neighbor Kyle, grappling with his wife’s mysterious condition.
read more…

‘Jeffrey Dahmer’ is My Neighbor

Explore the unique experiences of an empath navigating neighborhood dynamics, from connecting with eclectic neighbors to managing overwhelming emotions in daily life.
read more…

My Ex-Husband’s Back And He’s Still An Asshole

When the window tapping began, Daniel grabbed the gun from the nightstand drawer. We both sat on the edge of the mattress staring at the curtains, drawn closed for the night. “Scott!” I recognized the voice outside calling my name. I’d never forget that voice. I took the gun from Daniel’s hand and told him to hide. He looked surprised and began to protest but at the look I gave him, he stopped. I must have looked so profoundly broken. Lost. Or maybe he saw something else in me that I didn’t know was there. A strength I was unaware of. Without a word, Daniel nodded, then hid. I crossed the room to the window and opened the curtains to face my ex-husband once again.

The Moon Did It

This all began when I was a kid — back when I used to think that the Moon followed me. I’d watch it pass through the clouds as my mother drove her aging sedan down the dark highways, always keeping pace with her erratic turns and speed changes … never falling behind. I’d watch it through the rear window, bouncing from treetop to treetop in time with my bounces in the backseat. Tagging along as the car leapt potholes and divots on the midnight country roads where we sent gravel and dust billowing out behind us.