He doesn’t know why he’s here.

The man in the striped shirt sits among well-dressed women, feeling like he’s both out of place and being melded into the scene.

Is he even a man anymore?

He doesn’t know.

He looks down, watching as his shape is gradually twisted into something he does not recognize. The others are blissfully unaware—no, not unaware.

They know. They are blissfully aware.

With every...

Honestly, am I sitting here pretending everything is ok? I feel

like I do not fit in even though we are family. I am envious of my cousins, especially of the life they have had compared to mine. I am a great pretender, and very few people know the fear and pain I live with daily. My grandparents have shielded me growing up, but the monster who is my dad is always present. This is torture I wan...

They couldn’t stop gossiping. Not that I could complain, the more they said at these Elitist parties, the more money I got for reporting back to The Queen of Poors.

“Oh, Arline! Are you enjoying the cake?” Tilly, a beautiful girl that didn’t know how to keep her mouth shut- or what a woman withought a giant dress was. Her bright red hair complimented her bubblegum pink dress so beautifully ...

I preferred to keep to myself other than sharing my thoughts and feelings with everybody here. although all the other ladies have a different perspective on whether or not they share their love life. As lunch goes on the ladies continue to talk about how brilliant their kids are.

I usually tune out during this subject. mainly because I don’t have any kids, and even if I did no matter how brillian...

The Fatigue is just fatigue. It

sprays my body like

a numbing agent. Say the

way I sleep might not be

working, say the way I eat

might not be working.

Hope to god the meds

start working. The other day

she said you need firmer

boundaries. Sometimes

this looks like an earlier

bedtime. Fuel your body

with hope that something

might change. Like a bowl of rice

steaming, put it in your mouth

and huff, t...

There was busy air there, air

seething through the leaves so,

from farther up, the tree-line shone

like a single scintillating polyhedron.

Still, though ravens and wrens flaked off the top,

the woods held, solid as a mall

or a rally or a lake — really anything

at all when seen from a ways. But

we'd waded through those branches, scraped

on brambles, toed stumps; seen

rot and bits of bone and a ...

Yesterday , a crime was on a newspaper apparently a girl went missing from her house she lived on newly street she went to the shop got a drink but then while she was walking back home something was blocking her a ripped sofa , a massive note said look behind u she did there was a man with a black hood behind her he was about to grap her but she screamed nobody heard he took her to his home . Onc...

I squirm in my maroon gown, scratchy and too tight in all the wrong places.

Something is wrong.

I know it.

I just can’t place my finger on it.

I try to catch my sisters eye from across the expansive table. Around piles upon piles of rich pastries and piping hot tea.

It’s no use.

Her eyes crinkle with laughter behind her feathery scarlet hair.

She is completely at ease.

Not a care in the wo...

I sat there in the little boat upon the blue lake water knowing that the people sitting around on benches in their pastel clothing and walking the cobblestone all around couldn’t see us at all. The little children faces red and sweaty from playing in the warm sun. I look at all the people around the table studying their faces. The sun shone brightly down on us. Each of us are some kind of creature...

I grabbed a human finger from my plate and bit into it. The flesh was soft and tender, easily ripping of the bone. This finger was from my last victim, some guy trespassing in our territory. After I killed him, I cooked him and prepared to serve him at tea time.

My guests were all digging in and a drinking his sweet blood from the golden teacups.

“Oh, my. Where did you find this high-quality hu...