“I ate the last Hotpocket,” my brother said, coldly.
With tears in my eyes, I responded, “Why would you do this?”
“Because they’re delicious.”
Luke let out a long, hearty sigh as he gave the lawnmower a push up the hill. One of the most mundane tasks he could think of, being…
The Skeleton Man walked down the street — making skeleton plans.
Supposedly, as senses are removed, others become more acute. Anyone who has done a blind taste test knows that this maxim is…
The Buck strolled down the hill through the midwestern forest. The rolling mountainsides were covered in trees and…
A boy spends his day contemplating the hypocrisy of communication in the parent-child dynamic.
An origin story of one of America’s most beloved new superheroes.
Hushed words don’t travel far.
At least that’s what my therapist used to tell me.