Dear Dreadful Diary, I fear the time to depart is fast approaching. I keep seeing signs everywhere I look. In the garden, in my stews, even in the clouds! Although I can’t help but feel that my family might be being a bit dramatic. They’ve made the clouds appear so dark lately. I keep seeing shapes in these gloomy clouds. X’s and inverted horseshoes and so many crows. Although crows aren’t necessarily bad luck unless in a specific amount and I did count them! But nothing ther

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