Series
83 The Stars in Heaven
Dear Diary, Miss Terry, my therapist, told my Mommy that I’ll talk about it when I'm ready. Maybe I’m ready, Dear Diary. Mommy just yelled to see if I’m ready for bed. She makes me sleep with her, because my Daddy died. A man in jail got drunk and drove the wrong way. I never had a chance to say goodbye. My dad, I mean. I would never say goodbye to the drunk man in prison, because they wouldn’t let me in and I also hate him. I promised Miss Terry I'd try not to hate.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
82 Tail Wagging the Clown
"Would you like some candy, little girl? It's freeeeeeeeee!" Well versed in "stranger-danger," Macie was still caught off-guard by the one offering: a clown. An evil clown. The type of clown that makes the whole world ask, Who thought children would ever like clowns?
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Masters
A Terrifying Tremulous Trees story “They’re talking loudly, Twigly,” Charlie said while sitting on my top. “This should be interesting, Muata. Those Karate masters might fight each other,” Honon said from atop Mr. Murder Tree. Honon, Mr. Murder Trees friend, had connected to Mr. Murder tree almost 200 years ago. To keep his friend alive, Mr. Murder Tree put special soil made from a meteorite into Honons food, and now he can live as long as the trees. I gave Charlie the same soil, but Charlie is only in his late thirties.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
Drillmington: Drilladelphia. Content Warning.
“We’re live in the studio with the gentlemen. Philly, Delaware connection going on here,” Sir Caan talked to the camera. TSL stayed in the booth laying down his lyrics into the microphone. He exited where a fire extinguisher should have been used as he burned down the booth with his bars.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
81. Testicles at Half-Mast
"Strip and raise your testicles, inmate!" Stupid, uneducated. Angry-at-their-own-lives "correction" officers were either bullied as children or were the bullies. These Plan B humans are in charge of me now. They are angrier and more incorrect than the angry people they're correcting.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction



