“There’s something in the house. Don’t go up there.” Hilda’s mother whispered while crouched down. “We have to stay in the basement or they’ll get us.”
Hilda couldn’t imagine what was up there, staring up the stairs from the basement but it seemed that her mother could. She held her shoulders tight, her long nails dug into her exposed skin. “But this is our house, mommy. Why can’t we make them go away? Read More
“I’m a bitch and you’re an asshole. There’s no difference between me and you except my gender.” This moron in the blue double-breasted suit was starting to annoy her. “That’s equality for you.”
“Yet you call yourself a business woman, Ms. Quell. Which is it?” Stanley, the mutant blood-sucking, cowardly HR representative was trying her patience.
“Bitch, first. Now get the hell out of my office.” She was gazing at the brainless citizens in the city streets below. Then to the 100-dollar bill in the glass case on her desk Read More
It’s hard being alone all the time. Especially before the giant bugs, when most of the human population wasn’t dead, starving, or being eaten alive, when they only cared about their own lives and were indifferent to everyone else’s. Harry had initially bought the cabin to be away from people and hide out in the South Mountain Forest, and he was partially glad for it considering he didn’t have to listen to the screams of the mutilated, the thunder of the fly swarms, and the stomping of dog-sized beetles across the ground Read More
So yeah, I kinda screwed up…Okay, maybe I screwed up big time. Really, really, REALLY screwed up. But I can’t be the only person who pretended to know what they wanted. I just wanted people to notice me! I just wanted to be a baller! Sipping champagne with the stars and banging super models. I used to get all kinds of play in the rap game, but now…. I don’t think anyone wants to bang me after this…
People used to make fun of my face tattoos but damn — ain’t nobody going to be cool with what I did. You can’t expect people to love you when you’ve turned yourself into a monster but I did, at least in the beginning. It all started when I lost a few thousand followers from a social media post promoting my love for dragons. WTF! Why does that make me weird? Am I not allowed to have other interests than money, bitches, and getting F’d up Read More
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