Exploration, Growth, and Expression.

I heard my boyfriend screaming at me from the living room, for not paying attention to him and always working. I'm concerned about my mental health, since, I killed him five months ago for cheating on me.

My sister has always been adamant about putting bars on her windows and doors, I always thought it was unnecessary since she lived in a very nice neighborhood. My mind changed last night when I saw a mutilated hand attempting to pry my window open.

I chained up the gates and released the all apex predators inside the zoo just to see who really loved each other. Turns out love doesn't really matter in life or death situations, and many parents thought of their children as dead weight.

I love how she swayed on stage during our practices runs, all the strings were screwed in perfectly at the joints. I had to wipe her tears reminding her that marionettes don't cry and that I'd hate to remove her character from the play.

The horrifying look that my mother had on her face as she hung from the tree in our backyard, has hunted me for years. But, seeing my father pulling on the rope to tighten it, scared me even more.

I've always had some form of sleep paralysis since I can remember. I've always just waited for it to subside, but, this time I've been laying in bed for over 2 days.

Three loud knocks caused me to spring out of bed, this was followed by bloodcurdling screams coming from the residents below me. As I was on the phones with the police, I heard the same three knocks at my window.

"Please don't beg me to spare you, I don't want to have to silence you like your mother," the lady complained. "The human tongue is a very strong muscle, it requires way too much energy to extract from a struggling body" she continued.

My brother called me to warn me that mom is quiet again, "she's been quiet ever since this morning," he whispered on the phone. Last time mom was silent for this long our older brother went missing.

The sincerity in his voice combined with the warmth of his breath gently blowing in my ear and down my neck as he said: "I Love You". Eased away the pain of the knife he slowly started to sink into my chest.

My 4-year-old daughter never called me mommy, she always called me by the first letter of my first name "L". The glow in her eyes as I tucked her in bed verified my suspicions.

They say we sometimes swallow spiders in our sleep. Today, when I started coughing I spat into the sink two dead daddy long legs.

I hate living in the walls of the house. But, its the only way I can see him without getting arrested.

M y aunt has always told me to never leave my feet hanging on the edge of the bed when I slept over at her house. This time I decided not to listen and woke up to her gnawing on my severed right foot.

"Mom dad's hiding, I can't find the rest of him," the little girl yelled. Her mother turned around to see her daughter covered in blood with her husband's head in her little hands.

She's was always screaming in the basement then asking me if I heard her yelling. I always replied that I couldn't because that was the truth, so, today she shoved me down the basement stairs and locked the door.

I tend to take my dogs out early in the morning and late at night for their potty breaks, but, mini potty breaks can happen during the hot seasons since the dogs drink more water and enjoy being outside when the weather is warmer. These weird potty breaks can stem between the hours of 6am-10am and 6 pm-10pm. These hours are because of me being an insomniac and my neighbors letting out their aggressive dogs during certain times of the day. It’s also apparent they have no control over their dogs. These hours are the attempts to avoid unnecessary conflicts with my neighbors because of their annoying canines and having to protect my pooches by any means necessary. The specified time frames matched accordingly to my life and help me function without any delays. My current residence is in a cul-de-sac neighborhood, and because of the houses claustrophobic proximity to each other, I’m very much having buyer’s remorse. Not to mention the towering tree’s in the back of the house. Trees that

My aunt has always told me to never leave my feet hanging on the edge of the bed when I slept over at her house. This time I decided not listen and woke up to her gnawing on my severed right foot.

“I never understood why humans found eating human flesh to be repulsive,” the man stated while staring gleefully at his guests. “You all seem to have thoroughly enjoyed your meal,” he continued. A deep and lingering silence flooded the room as the guests sat at the dinner table in disbelief. A soft but obnoxious chuckle from a woman sitting two chairs from the man on his right side filled the once silent room. Her chuckle seemed to have infected the rest of the guest causing the room to quickly be congested with the insolent sound. The woman followed with an incredulous tone “Come on Arnold, you don't expect us to believe that you just fed us human meat”. A fellow male guest accompanied her concerns stating “Be realistic Jessie. Arnold wouldn't do such a thing. Besides where the hell would he even get human meat he...”. “The cattle for this magnificent meal and future meals are all around us. We're overpopulating the Earth that we're constantly destroying. Besides, thi

Doctors can't seem to medically explain why the hair on my head just suddenly stopped growing; they say I'm perfectly healthy. Today as I woke up from my nap, I noticed my husband hiding a Veet bottle behind one of the couch cushions.

I've noticed this tall shadowy figure reflecting off my laptop screen as of late. I'm seeing it right now as I'm typing, and I think it's noticed that I've seen it.

I'm staring at my husband who is lying near my body crying "that he didn't hide my inhaler". I believe him because I can now see what did.

"I never understood why humans found eating human flesh to be repulsive", the man stated while staring gleefully at his guest. "You all seem to have thoroughly enjoyed your meal" he continued.