Allison Beasley wasn’t a stalker.
In fact, you might even say, she strove to be the complete opposite of one. As in,  if it wasn’t her problem than it remained such until it either became her problem or someone asked for her  opinion as in,  she didn’t pry. As in,  somebody’s personal life was personal up until they themselves disclosed any information they deemed relevant.  as in, she had...
Jenny Sullivan hadn’t always been a psychopath…
Scratch that, Jenny Sullivan hadn’t always known she was a psychopath.
No, that’s not quite right either.
Jenny Sullivan hadn’t always known that what she was would one day be diagnosed by some hack claiming to be a licensed psychiatrist, as a psychopath. Or rather, a person with Anti-Social Personality Disorder - blah, blah, blah - but who cares,...
All that glitters is not gold.
Is what the counselor consoled .
To the lad who wished to be bold .
Like the heroes he knew of old.
Finding wonders to behold.
Seeking treasures to withhold.
And to finally fit the mould .
Of a person uncontrolled .
Or, so that’s what he was told .
By the voices that cajoled.
Never once fortold.
Of the events that would unfold.
Of the hunger and the ...
“Well boys, we did it! We finally did it!”
“You mean, we remembered HOW to do it…”
“Whatever! We-“
“After we watched that movie and got the idea.”
“Will you two shut up!:
“Sorry bro.”
“Drop dead Sun God.”
“Wade!”
…not. Sorry…”
“7…6…”
“Why are you counting? Why is he counting W-“
“…5…4…”
“He’s trying to calm down.”
“What for?:
“3…2…”
“Just shut up.”
“The point is, we did it! Yes, we...
It had been a normal day, and that terrified her more than anything.
Daisy Flint set solemnly on the patchwork sofa of her small homes living room, Four arms resting on her thighs as she gazed down at her hands clasped together loosely between her knees. Her eyes were unfocused as she thought about her day. Thought about all the differences it had opposed to yesterday. And the day before it. And ...
“Once you do this, you can never go back. You understand?”
“Yes, daddy”
“What was that,soldier?”
“Uh…I mean…sir, yes, sir!”
“Good boy,” I praise as I crouch down in front of my now five year old, tousling his curly brown hair with fatherly affection as he tries his best to stand perfectly at attention; even throwing in a sloppy attempt at a military salute to complete the tiny army man image w...
We had been connected at the hip since childhood, Jim and I, that is.
As thick as thieves and twice as mischievous; always planning, always, plotting, always pulling pranks.
Came with the territory; what with both of us having a set of parents with workaholic tendencies and their own prosperous businesses.
We had to fine solace in something and to us, that had been each other.
Too bad our p...
“This is your fault”.
“How do you figure that?”
“Well, considering she’s your ex-girlfriend and a psycho…”
“Hey, to be fair, I didn’t realize she was psycho!”
“Dude, really? Your actually trying to tell me that you didn’t realize Jenny was a nutter?”
“Nutter, really?”
“Don’t change the subject man; you totally knew she was a schizo; we all know that chick’sschizo”
“Really? Everyone?”
“Hel...
Got to admit, that when I thought about my death, I thought I’d either die in my sleep or maybe entertaining myself a lovely lady.
What I hadn’t expected - i mean, really, who would’ve expect it - was to be taken out by a Goddamned coconut.
Yeah, you heard me.
A coconut.
I was just minding my own business, enjoying The sandy shores of old picturesque Hawaii,when BAM! Knock out! I’m a goner....
Tom stands tall and resolute, his weapon of choice clutched expertly in both hhands as he glares down the menace, the fiend, that had decided that today of all days was the day it would choose to try it’’s hand at breaking and entering.And it was good, too good in fact, and brazen. Just standing there, a smug satisfaction in it’s dark beady eyes as if to taunt him; as if to say, “I’ve got skills, ...