Nola Browning
Bio
quitting vocal because it’s a waste of my time.
Stories (7/0)
The Hinterkaifeck Massacre
I hate the term “murder porn,” but what do call it when you find yourself up at 2 am, googling obscure murders to get to sleep? Most nights, I’ll settle on an episode of Deadly Women or a JSC video on how serial killers fake insanity; but the Hinterkaifeck Massacre is one I try to avoid too close to bedtime, due to the sheer spooky nature of the killings. If this is you too, go ahead and check out that weird noise in the hall, pull those covers extra close, and settle in.
By Nola Browning3 years ago in Criminal
To my 8th grade math teacher, Ms. Gough
Dear Ms. Gough, I'm not sure you'll remember me, but I have a feeling you're one of those teachers who don't forget their students. In 2002, I came into your pre-algebra class with a pretty depressing track record from the years before. I even failed 6th grade math my first quarter at Jack Jouett Middle, so I wasn't expecting to do much better.
By Nola Browning3 years ago in Humans
Before Karen, there was "Nanni"
We tend to assume that ancient tablets are reserved for very important details like the birth stories of heroes, royal lineages, key battles, commandments from God... At the very least, things noteworthy enough to chisel into stone.
By Nola Browning3 years ago in Humans
Am I a Trope to You?
I have a condition that the world, by and large, thinks is a joke. If you've seen As Good As It Gets, you probably had a good laugh at Melvin Udall skipping over cracks on the way to the cafe he goes to every day, to sit in the same spot, to order the same egg-and-bacon breakfast from the same waitress, whose son's medical bills he footed so that she could be there to serve him.
By Nola Browning3 years ago in Psyche
I Am Every Stereotype of a Loser
Think of every stereotype of a loser you've ever seen or heard. Let's see how many of those boxes I check. I am: chronically unemployed, live with my mom at a late age, never had relationships, have almost no friends, and hardly ever leave the house. I even play video games. I am also on the autism spectrum.
By Nola Browning3 years ago in Humans
LUCKY
The screams coming from the second floor window are blood-curdling, accusatory, and unmistakably my mother’s. From where Eric and I are sitting on the asphalt, we hear every word as we brace ourselves for the counter-point of angry, masculine barks. Now here comes Daddy, agitated, making his way out the front door and toward us. He’s got his keys in hand and is jerking his head toward the Toyota, so we know we are in this for the long haul. The last argument had ended with a call to the police when Daddy took us out of the house and did not return until close to midnight. On these impromptu outings, we endured hours in the car as our father jabbered on about going into business. He never mentioned the fights, but we knew that the culprit was always money. More specifically, the lack of money caused by our father’s reckless spending. But it was his dreams of big business that drove our mother insane.
By Nola Browning3 years ago in Families
