It started as all bad days due at the worlds most haunted hotel, and that was with yet another so called skeptic - whom swore up and down that he would be able to spend the entire night in the worlds most haunted hotel suite without experiencing a single paranormal event – having a psychotic break; thereby forcing the worlds most overworked hotel manager into having to call emergency services yet ...

It began as all bad days do:

Blood on the pillow and my head ran through.

It looked like a bad day to:

Red night before and sex being a bore.

It continued like all bad days did:

Right place, wrong time peace is all I bid.

It ended like all bad days should:

Emotional damage and undercooked food.

It died like all bad days will:

Massive argument and you going for the kill....

(It began as all bad days do: Anxiety, and nothing to do)

It’s been a bad day.

A really bad night.

And I just don’t know how I’m going to tell her after this.

How I can share that,

Even though at times I scare myself with it.

She should be able to tell I need more help,

But I don’t think I’m her priority right now.

And I don’t blame her.

Bad stuff with my grandparents.

Moving my brother into t...

It began as all bad days do: I woke up to the sound of breaking glass. Snoring, Denny was sleeping the sleep of the just. I let him rest and reached for the Louisville Slugger I kept next to our bed. Quiet as a church mouse, I lowered my feet to the bedroom floor. My ears strain for another sound. Quiet. I scrolled through my phone checking my cameras.

I calmed my racing heart. I know if the sou...

It begins as all bad days do; you never see it coming. You wake up bright-eyed and ready to tackle the day and BOOM, you stub your toe walking to the bathroom. Your new pedicure is ruined; and that instantaneous purple blob is throbbing and growing larger by the second. After working through that sick nauseous pit in your stomach, a freshly brewed cup of coffee is the only thing that will right th...

It began as all bad days do: Spilling a cup of coffee? Getting arrested by the armed cops? Threatened by your mom? Well, my one began as the alarm started ringing. I honestly hate the alarm, but in the other hand, I can’t live without it. I was sleeping peacefully in my bed, and cradling a pillow to my chest. The sun was beaming through my blinds causing me to stir. Usually, waking up was a simple...

It began as all bad days do:I woke up and start brushing my teeth but I think something is wrong,where am I? I am in a disgusting room full of rubbish and smelly food.I was about to ill but suddenly I saw a window behind me I quickly ran to it and peek out,I am in a rubbish hotel and rubbish all surround it.

I know i need to go out of here quickly but I got no clothes to wear that disgusting to...

It began as all bad days do. You drop your coffee on yourself. You stub your toe on the leg of the kitchen table. Or just fall out of bed all together. I wish mine had just been falling out of bed. Nope. Mine started with my alarm clock not going off when it was supposed to. I woke up to being an hour late for work.

I jumped out of bed and took the fastest shower probably in human history. I ...

it began as all bad days do:

i roll out of bed, hastily put on my clothes, and refuse to eat any breakfast suggestions. i hastily get on the bus and hastily hug an old friend. i hastily pick at a cold bagel and hastily drag myself into the classroom. everything i do, i do hastily. i have to hesitate. i have to resist.

but i didn't. i didn't hesitate or resist to call out an answer. i didn't hesit...

It began as all bad days do. I woke up late for work. My car wouldn't start. The guys I had to sit next to on the bus smelled like smoke. And then a bus came crashing through the windows of our offices on the 12th floor, because of course it did.

When the dust settled and the screaming stopped, we saw them. Crimson Sheene and Gravity, fighting here in our offices.

"Isnt this just wonderful?" Cri...