My last TikTok only got 30,000,000,000 likes. That’s not enough; views are dropping. I’m not famous like Ted Bundy or Jojo Siwa. I’m only making just under eight billion dollars a day. Okay, you’re probably confused.

Because I am famous.

Just not actually famous. I’m fake famous.

Here’s how TikTok works. You get likes and views, and the more of those you get, the more you get because you have a...

“Oh, Grandma. You used to bake me cookies and give me hugs that nearly made me unable to breathe. You would send me pictures of birds from your birdhouses and birdfeeders. You let me choose what we were having for dinner. You weren’t mad if I tried something and didn’t like it, even if that meant you had wasted your money.

All these memories, these detailed descriptions of love, they flashed thro...

The only way to describe Charlie Parker was a nerd. Her bedroom was simply a cozy matress surrounded by book shelves. She had a 109.98% in her language arts class, and her lowest grade on her report card was a 98%, but only because she was sick for two weeks and missed an entire project, start and end, in that time. She had sobbed about it for a whole day.

Another strange or possibly nerdy thing...

“I’M FAMOUS!” Juniper barged into my kitchen, declaring her fame loudly. She quieted down a tad bit as she continued, “I’m famous among the elves!”

“Oh, wow, erm, cool?” I said, unimpressed because it’s not hard to be famous among the elves. They’re simple creatures, tall and purple, and not hard to please. “What did you do?”

“I saved a unicorn!”

She should’ve started with that; unicorns are in...

Disclaimer: I didn’t notice the prompt said to write a POEM until after I had wrote this. My bad.

“Ugh, the opposing forces were so annoying and rude.” Grandpa leans back in his chair.

I frown. “Like, in the war?”

Grandpa sighs. “Yes, in the war. World War II. They kept shooting at us. So what I did next, I, uh, I took the little… it looked important but it turns out it was just a grenade, I t...

I’ve always done everything right. I led a good Christian life. I waited until marriage, I was humble, I never held a grudge. Church every Sunday. I only got drunk once.

One time! And in that one little incident where I drank too much alcohol, I hit someone’s car with mine, killing everyone in it and myself.

So I’m supposed to be in Heaven. I’ve led my children to God, as my parents did me. I’ve...

“Hailey Ross died today.” Sarah tells me, tying her apron around her waist.

Another one of my patients. I remember her. Bright girl, super sweet. I’m saddened by her death, even though I only knew her from years ago. My clients seem to be weak. Not in a bad way, but I’m an Herb Witch, and my purpose is to heal. They come to me sick, I heal them, then they die a decade later.

“I don’t understand...

Mr. Brittle wasn’t brittle at all. He was downright terrifying, actually. He had scars all over his face and arms. He had a deformed ear- but not in a ‘I was born with this’ way, more of a ‘I fought in a war’ way.

Because he had.

He had fought in a hard, bloody war and survived.

His wife and children were long gone. They died over a decade ago from a disease that suddenly spread across the wor...

You know that feeling when you wake up and you’re just out of it? Like, you have that feeling that today is going to be wonky, so why get up?

That was today.

I woke up, I just knew it would suck. Unfortunately, the high school bus waits for nobody.

I won’t lie, I’m not the best student. I’m smart enough, but studying bores me and I end up partying instead.

I’m also a little bit concerned I hav...

The Aterradorkaraehe is sleep paralysis. And sleep paralysis is the Aterradorkaraehe.

It feeds on dreams, dreams, dreams. Nightmares taste better, like a treat. However, it can only harvest the dreams during the state between sleep and wake. It pauses your mind and taps you so you can’t move. If you can, it’s barely.

It has a pale, white body and large red eyes. It moves quickly on its four lim...