20 Jan The Smiling
I grew up in a family that always struggled with money.Β I wish I could say we made the best of our situation, but that would be the worst kind of lie: the kind that lets my father off the hook.Β He was a destructive,...
I grew up in a family that always struggled with money.Β I wish I could say we made the best of our situation, but that would be the worst kind of lie: the kind that lets my father off the hook.Β He was a destructive,...
I was just fifteen years old when I learned monsters were real. That day, a Tuesday, I recall, I was a little later than usual coming home from school, on account of joining the Science Club. Iβd just recently watched Donnie Darko for the first time,...
I received the following email from Stewart, an old friend I haven't spoken to in years. At first I thought some spammer had gotten a hold of his address book. Within a few sentences, however, I knew it was written by Stewart himself. A long...
Let me start my story by telling you something about me, the most important thing, in fact: I find things, and I fix them. Thatβs who I am. If you donβt know that, you donβt know me. Iβm a second-generation auto mechanic, born-and-bred. Iβve been repairing...
I never thought that dying would save my life. But then death has always been a funny son-of-a-bitch. Three weeks ago I made an appointment to see my regular doctor about an annoying cough that wouldnβt go away. It got so bad I swore that Gary,...
Warren hated that old house. It was coming up on two years since he'd bought it. Everything in it creaked and leaked, from the basement to the roof, and everything between. It had bare, wooden floors that warped and leaned at crooked angles. Bathrooms wallpapered in...
The house sat empty at the top of the hill. Its security lights were a beacon in the night, like a lighthouse alone in the mist, warning ships away from the kiss of sharp shores. The closest neighbor was further away than a man could...