Stream of Consciousness
The Anatomy of a "Quick" Fix
It began at 3:14 AM on a Tuesday. The world was silent, except for the rhythmic, mocking tick-tick-tick emanating from the drywall behind the upstairs toilet. Most men—sane men, men with hobbies like woodworking or extreme taxidermy—would have heard that sound and thought, "Ah, the house is settling." They would have rolled over and dreamt of lumber, or other very-capable type of man things... not me.
By Meko James 2 days ago in Confessions
My Doctor Turned Out to Be a Sexual Predator. Content Warning.
As my older sister asked him into the apartment, I watched him from the other end of the hall. He took a moment to carefully wipe his shiny, black shoes over the tired, straw-coloured Welcome mat. He then took a step further into the narrow, dark hallway and headed cautiously towards where I was standing, never once taking his eyes off of me.
By Chantal Christie2 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day:隘路
I am already a day ahead so, I actually can afford to run errands finally. That is sort of amazing at this point. I am mostly a cat, but if I were a dog, I'd be a lone wolf... though I guess whether you're a cat or dog, you eventually find your kind again.
By Kayla McIntosh4 days ago in Confessions






