“I’d like a a Carmel macchiato with three pumps of caramel and only one pump of hazelnut.” He spoke quickly as his eyes scanned the menu. “And a piece of chocolate cake.”

She watched him evenly, her expression neutral. It was five minutes until they closed. No one else was here. Who ordered a coffee at 4:55?

“Will that be all sir?” She questioned politely. He nodded curtly. “Yes.” He paid, and s...

25 years ago, most everybody knew the name Elena F. Crooke.

_A Shining Star!, _the headlines read. _Teen Broadway Star Elena Felisha Crooke Shatters the Glass Ceiling._

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No_ _one knew but her back then that she wasn’t destined for the spotlight. Any other 15-year-old girl dreamed of being rich and famous with a handsome, doting husband every single night. But Elena? She hated the thought of ...

Do you hear that? That, dear friend, is the sound of the ocean, in all its crystal blue beauty, slapping up against pure white sand. No shutter sounds from cameras. No paparazzi yelling for me to “give me something they can print”. It’s delightful.

Do you know that I actually heard people calling my name so much that it didn’t even stop when I slept? “Kate! Over here! What’s really going on betw...

No cameras. No spotlight. No fame.

The absences that make me overjoyed.

Every time I step outside, I can still hear the camera shutters click, the reporters and so called “fans”.

But they’re not there.

There’s nobody waiting.

Nothing to see.

Only what once was.

There’s an indescribable liberty in this average way of living. A newfound freedom which I had desired for so long. For once, I am normal...

Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there. Welcome to The Superseum! Here you will find all kinds of artifacts from the days where those with powers ruled the earth, ocean, space, and sky.

This venue? Only the former lair of prominent superhero, Magigal. As you surely know, Magigal parished after being fed to supervillain, ReelDeal‘s lazer sharks, a nod to the classic movie franchise, of course.

And ...

I don’t get recognized much. I keep my hair long, down past my ears, and I’ve grown my beard out. All that time in hair and makeup as a kid … I don’t want to go back to that. What you see is what you get.

When they recognize me, people like to ask if I miss it, the spotlight and the glamor, the fans and the autograph, shooting schedules and craft services. I don’t; it was just a job, and I grew u...

I wake up to the sound of thunder rumbling the entire ground around me. Then a flash, as bright as headlights in the middle of the night, immediately comes right after. Which ensues another round of grumbling from the sky. The wind picks up and starts to rip at the walls of the tent.

Next thing I know I'm laying in a hospital bed, waking up with a groggy feeling in my whole body. As I begin to op...

Mike Jones is known for his song singing about how dey didn’t even want him back when he was smaller, not taller, but now that he’s sipping on some syrup, tipping Vols, chopped, and screwed….dey all up on his jock like chiggers nestling in a campers groin, hoping their host is a soul snatching ginger, that way they’ll be able to evade detection, but if we’re talking about Methuselah, you know that...

We dont really talk much anymore, Nancy and I. Where did our time ever go, huh?

When I try checking up on you, I forget.

She would probably say, “ Oh, Chris, dont be scared, we’ll all be there soon.”

Or if she had drank some of my home made beers she would say, “ Heyyyyyy. Why so saddddddd…”

Heh, she was always like that. If I just married her, it would all be okay.

Truthfully, we were even dati...

I forgot how it feels to walk out in public and not be swarmed by fans and paparazzi. To walk to a Starbucks and not have a line waiting on you to sign something for them. Don’t get me wrong I loved my fans but even I just want to be able to go to a park and do yoga without having them take sneaky and weird photos of me.

To be unknown, it’s been so long I had almost forgotten what it was like to h...