“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 Buck strolled down the hill through the midwestern forest. The rolling mountainsides were covered in trees and…
An origin story of one of America’s most beloved new superheroes.
A TRUE TWO SENTENCE HORROR
Yesterday, I was sitting on a park bench just enjoying the sunshine. A woman came up, and she…