The first time I heard rice krispy eyes I was 6 years old. A six year old just trying to make friends and finding out people are not so nice to those who are " difftent".

My mother always reassured me that the dark was just the absence of light, nothing more. Every night, after tucking me firmly under my princess duvet. She would linger by the door, promising a good dream, oblivious to the true, systemic terror that took hold the moment the hall light vanished.

Please forgive the absence lately, momma got a new jawb whatever that is and we went on two trips one to the woods which I liked and one to the real big water in North Meownisotah. I was not fond of that one, too much water. Yuck.

The first night, I dismissed it. It was exactly 8:00 pm when three sharp, deliberate knocks echoed from my front door. I had just settled into my worn armchair, the evening paper still crisp in my hands. I walked to the door,peered through the peephole, and saw nothing but the empty porch, the street lights casting long, lonely shadows. I figured it was some neighborhood kids prank and went back to my reading.

This is the first chapter for the story Dead Man's Party, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

The narrator, Karson, wakes up to knocks on the door and finds Clarin, a scrawny man in a clown costume, who presents him with an invitation to a party at Clarin's home. The narrator lives a reclusive life and is hesitant about attending social gatherings. Despite his reluctance, he agrees to go to the party after noticing a mysterious figure in the shadows, which Clarin dismisses as a figment of the narrator's imagination. After Clarin leaves, the narrator examines the invitation, which is colorful and features cartoon skeletons, titled "Dead Man's Party."

This is an excerpt or two from a book I wrote. It’s all kind of unfamiliar it was a while ago I wrote it.

The newborn stage.... is it really just a stage? Will they grow out of it or am i going to lose my mind?

A calm Sunday, Kevin has some mild existential anxiety. Then he meets a customer that reminds him just how special he is..

To the outside world, I was like any other boy. I liked to be outside with my friends in the sunlight, playing in the dirt and catching lizards. But, my parents and close friends all knew that my favorite thing to do was to read. And so it was, one warm August afternoon in 2008, that I was reading on the front porch when a moving truck pulled up across the street. I stuck an old receipt between the pages to mark my place and curious, set the book aside on the swing. As I watched, a man got out of the driver’s side and walked around to the back of the truck.

A girl who always wore bright colors suddenly goes downhill until it is too late, but she changes perspectives along the way.

The hum is a powerful metaphor for the invisible forces that shape our lives—technology, social isolation, mental health, and the breakdown of communication. The story explores how these forces, when left unchecked, can drive us to the brink of paranoia and turn the familiar into the utterly alien.

Super King spends the day at the convenience store, offering assistance to customers as they pass through.

By the time I regained my senses, the blackout had already chewed up thirty minutes. Yes, the blackout—our usual midday guest! It visits daily, and stays sharp for two hours. He sits and watches me go up the wall with no power indifferently and chews on the two hours he has clutched. The Blackout has become a good friend of ours now.

Whispers in the Static: The Mystery of the Hudson Valley Hum Deepens Poughkeepsie, NY - For decades, residents across the scenic Hudson Valley have reported a persistent, low-frequency humming sound that seems to emanate from nowhere and everywhere. This enigmatic "hum," often described as a deep rumble or a buzzing sensation, has baffled scientists, annoyed locals, and spawned countless theories ranging from underground military experiments to extraterrestrial communication. Now, a new wave of reports and anecdotal evidence is reigniting the debate surrounding this elusive phenomenon. For Sarah Miller, a resident of Beacon, the hum started subtly about five years ago. "At first, I thought it was the refrigerator," she explains, rubbing her temples. "But then I realized it was constant, especially at night. It's not loud, but it's there, a deep thrumming you feel more than hear. It makes it hard to concentrate, sometimes even to sleep."

Present moment haiku. Come on in... The rhymin's fine Haiku doesn't have enough words to make the form happy. The summary is longer than the note

After Archie turns seven, Kat is forced to face the truth- kids are curious, especially ones that are cooped up. And curious kids ask dangerous questions. Curious questions lead to ambitious answers.

The Pilgrim | Prologue: The Chamber of Mirrors The beginning of a great journey through himself...

alice lies by the riverbank, detached and disinterested, likened to a clumsy animal caught mid-slip. beside her, her sister reads a dull book, which alice finds irrelevant to her restless, distracted nature. the setting—a meadow beneath a towering tree—feels dreamy yet hollow. alice soon drifts into an otherworldly realm that mirrors her inner confusion, where logic twists and identity fractures. the narrative blurs the boundary between absurdity and reality, echoing her struggle to find meaning in a disjointed world. this reimagining explores alienation, perception, and the surreal distortions of growing up with no clear sense of direction or purpose.

This is about a girl with a eating disorder who struggle so hard. She has been on both sides of eating disorder, BED and anorexia. Hear another story and went through the same thing helped her decide to change for the sake of her life and her happiness.