When the cat dies they receive a DVD in the mail containing her memories. The screen shows fish in a bowl, bugs running away, and a young girl practicing a dance in the living room. The speakers play chewing, scratching, scraping of nails on glass, shoes tapping on wood, and a piano and a trumpet … [DO NOT CLICK]
The Harkin Worm By Will Parkinson “Yes and my eternal gratitude—ten thousand thank-you’s, inlaid with gold leaf upon stationary scented with lilac, or perhaps lily-of-the-valley…” This will be my opening statement when I present the culmination of my feverous four years of research to the American Philo-Psychological Society, the boon of my career: The Harkin … [DO NOT CLICK]
area 22 — “How can you taste anything if you can’t smell?” I was busy in the kitchen making biscuits. “I don’t know, Patrice, you tell me.” She didn’t say. I could see heat waves off the oven. It was 11:32 on a Sunday. Long night last night. Our horrible dog kept running around and … [DO NOT CLICK]
by Anonymous Are we still democrats? Preface This essay is nothing more than a sledgehammer blowing against the palace of glass that is democracy, or more specific: people that call themselves democrats (with a small d). The main goal of this text is to explain the concept democracy – as far as I can do … [DO NOT CLICK]
by Anonymous Acid Rain hit the reinforced Plas-Tin of my roof and sizzled before leaking onto the ground a few hundred feet below; I trusted the roof more than I trusted my mother, but then again I doubt my mother would’ve protected me from the caustic monsoon that was currently hitting my apartment. I doubted … [DO NOT CLICK]
by Anonymous The clock on my mobile phone read 06:00 exactly; I had been expecting this for over three weeks. Here it was. The voice told me my car would be outside in one hour. I was already dressed and ready to leave. I was collected by an older model Cadillac, the type that was … [DO NOT CLICK]
by Anonymous Let me tell you my dream, the boy said, holding up a finger. I was in my father’s car. I cut myself on the dial of the radio of my father’s car. The knob broke off; my hand broke off. I felt for it in the seats and under them. When I looked … [DO NOT CLICK]
by Anonymous The purpose of this essay is to share an experience in the failure of the American public education system. I do not propose any reasons explaining the failure or remedies for it. I do not know how it happened, but it happened to me and perhaps you have a similar experience. In high … [DO NOT CLICK]
by Anonymous The winds of change roared through the streets of New York like a hurricane. The strong current attacked everything without prejudice. It turned over buildings. It turned over factories, cars, houses, banks, families, and lives. The dust left in its wake settled on ruins. Roland Myers exited his newly bought car and entered … [DO NOT CLICK]
by Anonymous Menthol, god I love menthol. It’s better than pussy, it’s better than your parents loving you. I work this shit job flipping shit, serving shit, taking shit, primarily so the menthol cigarette break I take every 2 hours is even better. If I didn’t drop out of college, if I had a respectable … [DO NOT CLICK]