“The Chronicles of Enishi”
Mellie looked down disdainfully at the old binder in her lap. The front flap was a Bleach calendar, crafted by her hand in an older version of Microsoft Publisher when she was 12. She couldn’t believe how much of an anime spazz she used to be. But that had nothing on the contents inside.
“Buuuuurn it,” whispered the inner critic in Mellie’s ear. “Buuuuurn it.”
She shooed Shimizu away as she took a steadying breath. It wasn’t that bad. Well, it wasn’t good but it wasn’t that bad.
“You’re lying to yourself,” the inner critic mutter
Mythic Creatures Rock the The Hollow Times by MissAddledMiss, literature
Literature
Mythic Creatures Rock the The Hollow Times
By Mariela Hudson
At 11pm sharp most weekdays, the offices of The Hollow Times closes for the day. Locking away its secrets for the next weekday. All human like entities are required to leave the premises at this time lest the CEO suspects them of trying to pilfer an extra minute or two of overtime.
The fairy, trolls and goblins employed by the office are expected to slave away at writing proofs, hunting high crime areas for sources, cleaning the office bathrooms and keeping the printing presses warm for the night. This is what is expected but this is not what happens.
It is common knowledge to the morning staff that these mythic creatures
Pokey The Turtle's Super Awesome Epic Tale! by Sorantheman, literature
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Pokey The Turtle's Super Awesome Epic Tale!
In a world full of dragons, demons and fires
There is a place run by killers, slavers and liars.
A town where one’s life is always on thread
Where one slight misstep will make you drop dead.
No police nor guard will save your hide here
If you want to survive, be armed to the ear.
But of course, in a famine, not all can get knifes
All one can do then is to gamble with lives.
Only nobles and bandits were free from starvation.
The rest had to choose between crime and damnation.
The name of this city is Doomterror Bay
Where evil rejoice and good men dismay.
Outside of the castle, there is nothing but slums
Here the kids are so poor, they u
Here's what happened in the cycle of guilt:
1) Realization that you did something wrong
2) Freak out that everything is going to go wrong and/or hate you
3) Have pure and utter guilt
4) Denial that you did something wrong
5) Being guilty some more
6) Try to manage to never see who saw what you did wrong
7) Figure out that you're going to have to see those people again
8) Have more guilt
9) Give up being guilty because it takes too much effort
10) Enough time pases to make it a funny joke
11) Repeat steps 1-10
Night of the Pumpkin Stink by MissAddledMiss, literature
Literature
Night of the Pumpkin Stink
Ms. Clark was taking a buzz saw to my skull.
My head keeps erupting in shoots of pain that claw their way to my frontal lobes. The pain was punctuated by the throbbing in my temple.
I downed my fifth cup of coffee, tasting the warm bitterness sting the back of my throat and fill up my chest.
The coffee wasn’t helping. I could feel the heart attack waiting for me in the shadowy residue at the bottom of every cup.
It was strangely inviting.
A witch’s cackle punctuates the crescendos of the saw upstairs. I clutch my chest, willing my heart palpitations to even out as I set aside my sixth cup of coffee. I poured the rest of it do
Entry X: It Was The Day Before Halloween... by MissAddledMiss, literature
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Entry X: It Was The Day Before Halloween...
4:05 AM
This is day 2 of the coffee experiment. Instead of drinking coffee every hour, I just make sure that when I’m done with one, I have another handy. So far, this is my fourth cup of the day.
Other than some mild handshakes, everything’s fine!
6:16 AM
I heard the ghost of my grandfather outside my window this morning.
His croaky howls echoed across the street. I can imagine him perched on a graveyard hill, scratching at the ground and happily romping through across the fields.
Actually, maybe I don’t want to imagine that.
Despite my hatred for Halloween, my grandfather loved it. During his more lucid years, he ma
I watched as they played with my wife’s jawbone.
The unruly neighbor kids from up the road were making their runs again. They traveled up and down the neighborhood, spreading their usual juvenile havoc. In their gluttonous carousing, they made an appearance in the stores on Cedar’s drive, zipping through the aisles with no real intent to buy anything. They dipped their dirty little fingers into the candy buckets, pulled toys off the shelves, and tripped over the layers of fabric from costumes sampled and left with little ceremony on the floor.
And now they are playing with my wife. They grabbed her from off her hook and took to
7. An Obligatory Halloween Story by MissAddledMiss, literature
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7. An Obligatory Halloween Story
It was a crisp autumn night.
The wind whistled through the trees, filling the silent night with the mad quivering of leaves. Only the soft glow of the street lamps guided Mellie along her path home. The light of the full moon looked ominous in the sea of black clouds in the sky.
She looked around at the rows of residential houses that lined both side of the street. The lack of light at this late hour made them all looked haunted. There was barking in the distance that Mellie had trouble convincing herself were just that of domesticated dogs and not the wild coyotes that her mother constantly warned her about.
The sky overhead was thick wit
Entry #11: Shocking Developments by MissAddledMiss, literature
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Entry #11: Shocking Developments
So I electrocuted myself.
Well, that was embarrassing to admit.
I can’t remember much about the incident itself other than it took place during a routine electrical test. I usually don’t black out during those. Not entirely.
The next thing I know, I’m on my back unsure of where I was, who I was, or if I was even a person. I was just a being suddenly coming out of darkness. It’s like gaining sentience for the first time, being conscious that whatever you were you’re alive now. And in that moment, everything and nothing makes sense. It’s terrifying, confusing, and weirdly exhilarating. Also a little bit na