If Historical Figures Were Alive Today, Week 3

Jesus Christ: Oy vey. You fight wars in my name, put words in my mouth, and hypothesize on things I would or would not do. BITCH, YOU DON’T KNOW MY LIFE…. What you do know was documented by people who knew me. Not by myself. That’s like trusting Gossip Girl for your information about Serena. […]

The Masochist’s Lament: Horror Movie Nightmares (Continued)

The last story I did was about my love of scary movies and my hate of The Shining. This post is going to take the first part of that sentence and elaborate. Since I loved horror movies, it makes sense that a lot of my inane fears came from them. The dead lady in the […]

Wednesday Special: An Oldie but a Goodie, “Miserable”

I wrote this poem in either Fall of 1997 or Spring of 1998. I was seven years old and in third grade. As you can tell by the poem, Shel Silverstein was my favorite poet at the time. He is still one of my favorites (Also one of my favorite playwrights. His plays are incredibly […]

Fear of: The Shining, a Haiku

I never thought of making out with bathtub girls as ghoulishly fun

Fear of: The Shining

Scary movies were, and are, one of my favorite things in the word. Getting scared w hile sitting and eating popcorn was my substitute for roller coasters (which I was too afraid to ride up until age 14). My family and I loved horror movies. We watched them constantly. One summer we slowly worked our […]

An Oldie but A Goodie: Bible

Poem time! I wrote this poem “Bible” in May, 2010. It was promptly made the Daily Deviation in the literature category on deviantArt. I have never been so overwhelmed by the responses to my poetry. So here’s that poem for you, friends. The demon is in the design, the devil in the details, and […]

No Story Today

A family emergency on top of classes has prevented me from fulfilling my fear-duties of the day. Fear not, there will indeed be a story tomorrow. I’m currently picking between a couple, actually.

Poetry Project: Week 2 (Poem 2: Wanderlust)

Where do you go when wanderlust takes hold in the tips of your fingers? In the crooks of your elbows? The back of your knees? When the kink in your neck calls for uprooting? (When even your spine agrees that it’s time to break?) Rooftops are too crowded. Subways too empty. The skies are too […]

Poetry Project: Week 2 (Poem 3: Robots)

Nick’s word: Robots Automated matron mechanically mothers– click-clack-creaking the breastfed laptop to sleep. The motherboard is heating up, laser pointers pointed pointedly: You are at [Fault: Error Message {367942, process stopped indefinitely}] The dial-up is down. Androids lost count of electric sheep, still awake, always awake. Weaponized.

Poetry Project: Week 2 (Poem 1: Celine’s)

This is Celine’s poem: “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.”–Moulin Rouge I am sick. Heart-broken coughs rattle my body and the cold burns everywhere. Sickly sweet, this sickness is the greatest pandemic. I am in love. And what a love! This thing is, it causes palpitations. […]