“If they would just let me back in the house then we wouldn’t have this problem!” he said to no one in particular as he paced through the park.

“I’m trying to improve my ability to play the drums. Once I do that, I’ll be in a famous rock band, and then I’ll have money, and then I can pay them back. So yes, the drumming might be loud, but it’s a win-win for everyone.”

He scrolled through Craigs...

No matter what was said to her, she took it the wrong way. It was an attack. Bad intent. Potentially evil.

Her coworker would say, “Good morning!”, and she’d report her to HR.

Life itself was literally an assault on her emotionally and physically.

So like all creatures, she learned to adapt. To always fight back. To always deflect. To never let anyone or anything in.

She was hard, on...

“I thought you loved grapes?”

“What? I’ve never liked grapes or said I liked grapes.”

“You used to eat grapes all the time when we first met. Look at this photo.”

He slid over his phone, and it showed a picture of her relaxing in the beach next to a bowl of grapes. She was even eating a grape in the photo.

“What? That’s so weird. I remember that trip and photo distinctly, but I have zero ...

It was a fall night. Brisk, but perfect. With a jacket on, you could be outside for hours.

All the kids in the neighborhood knew the drill. Once the sun came down, and it was truly dark, everyone gathered outside the Furst’s house.

The driveway was lit-up, and that kept the front yard decently visible to. The backyard had even more lights on, so if you viewed the house from above, you could ...

You don’t have to be alive. This is true.

Tomorrow, you could wake-up, and choose to end it.

Never forget this.

Because this is not depressing, but instead freeing.

You’re choosing to be alive. You’re choosing to be here.

So if you are going to be here, why not enjoy it? Why not make the most of it?

But what does it mean to then enjoy it? To make the most of it?

You must first reject in...

He put down his pen and took a long sigh.

“Okay, now what?” he asked out loud.

His wife was shaking her head from the kitchen.

“He’s actually lost his mind. How did this happen?”

He continued: “How do I get this message out to the world?”

It all started 7 months back. He took a trip to Peru to try an ancient psychedelic that virtually no one had heard of. It was a small blue powder that wa...

He couldn’t believe his eyes.

“You are the chosen one,” it said on the screen.

At 12 years old, the town elder came and took a sample of your blood.

This sample was then fed into a complex supercomputer that analyzed 46 trillion datapoints. Based on these datapoints, it determines your life path.

“How can I be the chosen one? There’s nothing interesting about me,” he thought to himself.

Anc...

She scrolled through her memories.

“Where the hell is it?” She thought.

She knew she had 276 memories in this folder. The memory of that was stored in a different folder on her Google Drice.

But there were only 275 memories. And these weren’t just any memories - these were “sacred.”

The folder was even labeled as such: “Shannon’s Sacred Scenes.”

Her stomach was in a knot. She knew a sacr...

He rummaged through the plastic water bottles by the beach.

“Shit, they’re all empty.”

He filled the bong with lake water.

“This’ll probably kill us, but who cares.”

He lit the end of a small rope that he then used to light the weed on top of the bong. This rope “protected him from butane poisoning.”

He inhaled for 15 seconds before clearing. This was not his first rodeo.

As he exhaled t...

Like everyday after school, she immediately raced home to get on AOL Instant Messenger.

“He hasn’t messaged me yet?” she whispered to herself.

She knew he was online, but he still hadn’t acknowledged her.

“John……………” she typed.

“hey”

“Hey you!”

Five minutes passed and radio silence from John.

“JOHN!”

Silence.

“JOHN…………….!”

Silence.

“John! how can u just ignore me? don’t u know how muc...