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Crappy Dads Club
I wasn't going to even write this down, because it will likely be mentally draining, but maybe someone out there can identify. We can be bosom buddies of neglect. Wonder twins of indifference. Partners in parental apathy. We'll clearly need to work on our team names.
By Heather Hubler2 years ago in Confessions
- Top Story - July 2022
A Step Back
Let me be honest–it's hard to want to continue to help and be nice as of late. Being kind and paying it forward are things I strive to do all the time, but I've encountered so much rudeness, hate, and selfishness or in worse cases, apathy. As one more person lets a door shut in my face, or cuts me off while driving, says terrible things online, or just doesn't seem to care at all, it's a real struggle to want to be better, to give more of myself away.
By Heather Hubler2 years ago in Confessions
- Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
A Story with No BeginningRunner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
Of the roughly 8.2 billion people on the planet, Stalone–at least that's what he called himself–had no idea how many bodies he had inhabited. He'd calculated it would take roughly 22.5 million years to transfer to each one, and he was fairly certain he'd never repeated a transfer. That was about as much as he knew.
By Heather Hubler2 years ago in Fiction
When Madmen Cry
Along the troubled shores of Lake Onesta, there stood a curious oak. The passing of time having no bearing on its countenance, it looked the same now as it had for the last one hundred years–which was to say, a bit unsettling. No man alive nor mother nature herself had been able to fell it. No limb or leaf ever left its place. It was neither there nor not there. It simply was.
By Heather Hubler3 years ago in Horror
- Top Story - October 2022
Finding FamilyTop Story - October 2022
I'm at that age where most of my older memories of the past have that fuzzy quality to them. The finer details remain unfocused, stolen over time. Scenes and images flash by in a blur, the memories fluid. Some I wish I could just grasp in my hands and hold tight, allowing the chance to reminisce a bit, but they slip through like sand. Others I would love to banish from my mind forever, no amount of "lesson-learned" a lure enough to keep them.
By Heather Hubler3 years ago in Confessions
An Apple for Midnight
"Maisey Sue," Momma starts, giving my reflection in her gilded mirror a critical once over as she pats her perfectly coifed hair. She can't even bother to face me directly anymore. "What have you been on about? I heard from Mr. Thatcher that you still have an unhealthy attachment to that beast. No daughter of mine will be moping around, spending all her time with a bull. Especially that one. This stops today."
By Heather Hubler3 years ago in Fiction