The story of Sasquatch is oft misunderstood. Many wax eloquent about the legendary ape-like cryptid roaming the Americas, seen by few and survived by yet fewer.

Reality is much simpler.

One day, Craig, an ordinary house husband, was voluntold by his lovely (if a smidge overbearing) and very pregnant wife of sixteen years to collect for her some zucchinis and eggplants, as she’d had a particula...

“Getting the ball rolling is easy. The first setback? You’ve mentally prepared yourself for it. The second, and more importantly the third are the ones that ruin you.” Uriah looks me and raises an eyebrow.

“How…” I swallow. “How do I survive the second and third?”

Uriah chuckles. “It’s devastatingly simple, you see. You kill the mind. What can you do to sabotage yourself when you leave your brain...

“Why did you try to kill yourself, Jai?” Asha demanded shakily. “Why did you try to break the connection?”

She could still feel the pulsing rhythm of her heart in her ears and that awful sound that vibrated her entire body like a tuning fork. Jai had jumped from the roof of a four story building, and the resulting impact had transferred to the others and nearly incapacitated them all. Beri, Leko, ...

“Am I free?” Langston asked.

The warden puffed on his cigar. “What is free?”

“Last I checked, it’s outside of these bars. You gonna let me step or what?”

The warden’s gaze on Langston did not waver. “You think stepping out into that world is going to free you?” He stepped closer, until Langston could smell the Padron on his breath. “Mate, you’ve been locked up since long before you came here,” he ...

Iris cried. It was all so unfair. “I had a kid to find meaning in life, not to have no life at all,” she said shakily. “I work myself to the death for her, and one day I’ll die and it will have meant nothing.”

Lugo furrowed his bushy brows and thought. The fireplace hissed and cracked, the heat already drying her tears.

“When my father died,” he started, “I was 21 years old. One year younger th...

People like to think of themselves as the main character. Thing is, main characters are main characters because they drive the plot. How can you consider yourself a main character if you let the plot drive you?...

“Promise me,” Tani coughed, her grip on my hand fading by the second. My head ached and split, grief spilling from my eyes and nose. I shook my head. “I-I can’t…” I whispered, pleading. Tani smiled softly. “You can.”...

The wind blew coarsely, ruffling the plains. _It was windy just like this when we first met, _she thought with a tired smile. Siri closed her eyes. She took the deepest breath of her life. She spun her umbrella. And there, in her funeral black, amongst the endless sea of magnolias, Siri flew.

_I’m coming to you._...

Rebecca balled her fists. “I just want to punt the guy,” she said through gritted teeth. “Just send ‘im flying through the troposphere. Just a quick punt.”

“Rebecca,” Eli said, a hint of amusement on his face. “He’s a baby.”...

_A life altering change does not require a life altering action. It merely requires a great many small, consistent adjustments._

“What does that even mean”, Sono asked, chuckling as we walked past the sign.

“Hell if I know,” I said. “We’re just here for the kid.”...