“DTF? What does that mean?”

Rachel passed her phone to Erica, and they both examined Tyler’s recent text.

“I think it means ‘Down To Fuck’,” said Erica.

Rachel gasped. Up until now, she had taken it for granted that Tyler was a completely platonic friend, so this blatant sexual advance certainly came out of the blue.

“That’s disgusting! Why would he ask me that all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know...

I finally held it in my hands. The Dyson Supersonic hair dryer, freshly unboxed just a few minutes ago. I’d picked it up on sale during the Black Friday special, and it glistened brightly under the bathroom’s fluorescent lighting. I placed the Dyson on the countertop and stepped into the shower, eagerly anticipating what was to be a divine hair-drying experience.

The shower was pleasant, and I to...

I writhed under his grip. His breath smelled of whiskey and cigarettes, and spittle was dripping from his open mouth onto my forehead. I tried desperately to scream for help, but with his hands around my neck, all that managed to escape was a whimper.

“Now you’re really done for, kid”, he growled. “The numbers. Now.”

I was starting to black out. The ceiling was vignetted with black edges closin...

I wish I had never let go

Because I really miss you, bro

Remember when we were kids?

And we would watch those YouTube vids

On a Saturday afternoon at home

When our parents left us all alone

And eating snacks until we could burst

I never imagined that the worst

Would happen when you got accepted

Into college while I was debt’d

If only I had studied harder

Then maybe, maybe I’d be smarter

And more ...

“Hey! I saw it first! That’s mine!”

The lady in the green sweater elbowed the young man with the polo shirt in the ribs, and grabbed the last rice cooker off of the shelf. Over in the next aisle, three middle-aged women were tugging at a fleece sweater, and on the floor was a Checkmart employee crawling amidst the carnage, trying desperately to radio in for help.

Janice had seen her fair share o...