Spineless, they called me. A wimp. A sissy. Unable to hold my own in a world where playgrounds are battlefields and workplaces are battlefields and even our hobbies so often become gates to break down and spaces where we're told we don't belong. Spineless. Boneless. Flimsy. Floppy. A collection of meat and fat masquerading as a man. I have so many spines these days, though. And the jawbones that made the insults possible and the knuckles that bruised my face. The

Dear Dreadful Diary, I made quite the mistake today… after not having heard from Edward for a few days I started to get quite worried. I’ve never had a real suitor before and perhaps I am a bit too reliant on the reassurance my charms provide. I let that nervousness pile up in my body until I just couldn’t stand it anymore! I decided to cast a spell using a small toad as a proxy. Of course, I asked it and the universe for permission before I did anything to it. But I must’ve

It fades too slow. A sweep of the flashlight, a wary eye to the treeline, the single small shack, that broken fence that no one tore down yet, and the thing is, it ain’t wrong entirely, it might be the result of one of them things, could be me just mistaking the angles or my sometimes-fuzzy eyes, or any number of excuses, except… It just fades too slow. I’ve used this light to signal for help on the mountain to light half the holler that time lil Joe got lost chas

Chapter 8: . Seth was writing in the living room at sunset. Behind him a long shadow began to appear. It stretched across the living room wall, tall and narrow, with one arm raised above its head. He stood up and moved to the kitchen doorway, watching it move. There was nothing between the wall and the window that could have cast it. He switched on the lamp, the shadow remained. He switched off the lamp, it disappeared. He switched the lamp on again, it was back. He approache