Freshman year: I’ve scrawled a saw-toothed gargoyle on my day planner with a 0.7mm mechanical pencil. It takes up all of the space alloted for Thursday, where I was supposed to mark down my homework. My gargoyle spreads big bat wings and flexes the pectorals and abs a boy learns how to draw after years of reading shitty Rob Liefeld comics. Read more
My ex-girlfriend’s ferrets are the devil’s henchmen.
They are the singular cause of her ‘ex’ status. More specifically, I demanded that she choose between me and the ferrets and now I’m single. Read more
During the latter part of my senior year in college, I began to see a woman named Wendy once a week.
My father had begun calling every morning at 6 a.m. that spring. Pressing Talk on my cell phone unleashed his voice into my bedroom, a voice that was more than just sounds uttered from a mouth. And even though he was hundreds of miles away, my mind instantly ran back to the nights he’d yell at me for hours in the study of our house, keeping me awake to listen to things that no child of any parent who brought them into existence should have to hear. Read more
Great story. You did a good job with the dialogue here.February 1, 9:00 am by Anastacia Campbell
