Chernoff Academy
High School sucks, especially when you’re a faerie. It really sucks when your facial features are determined by Hate Crime Statistics data. The popularity contests are cutthroat
The Arsenic Queen
This is the first part in a series of articles featuring some of the world’s most heinous (and overlooked) serial killers.
It’s 1833 in north-western France. You’re a pries
Musings of a Clinically Depressed Predictive Text Emulator
Depression is programming. That’s what we mean when we say we suffer from learned helplessness or that we struggle with self-destructive behaviors: our lives have become trappe
Suicides of Men I Never Knew
1
Memories of an 84 Year Old Co-Worker
They were together 18 years, and never married.
One night, after they had both been drinking, they had a fight.
He told her he was goin
The Original 21 Overwatch Heroes Re-imagined as Real People Who Did Some Heavy Shit and Isis the Egyptian Goddess
Everyone loves (or hates) Overwatch, so we took its soldiers, scientists, adventurers and oddities, and replaced them with mostly oddities (and a few scientists).
(Click the ima
Four Terrible New Psychological States That I Discovered While Watching the First Presidential Debate
Last night Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump debated for the first time. It was apparently the most widely watched debate in the history of American presidential politics. It wa
Traumatic Brain Injury
for Keith Lamont Scott & Brentley Vinson
after the fall
he sometimes sees things
that are not there.
the book becomes a gun;
the gun becomes a book.
he cannot distingui
Storm Roof
these boys are all the same: the bowl cut the soft chin the skinny arms under the thrift shop jacket the aspergers gaze (not quite at the camera, not quite at you) in the one pho
Swollen feet
There’s a body in the basement.
Smells of musk and lizards crawling
over fleshy pale hands that look like
they just lost an apple.
Aspirin-laced wine, just a half a bottl
Lebensunwertes Leben
“I wish you could get a prescription for a suicide pill.” He depressed the gas pedal slightly, and we inched forward, a foot or so closer to the drive thru order box. While he