Birds of Pray “Broh, look. That lamb is in deep shit.” “That’s a human, Holly.” “Are sure? Looks just like an ugly lamb.” “Yes, I’m sure. Jesus. How have you not starved yet? Your eyesight sucks.” “Because

There is a certain loudness in the world. One that cannot be quelled. It is an arrangement of hate, a concert of violence; it is a choir of dogs. Most of them go unpunished, but not all of them. Not all

“Come on, buddy. Wake up.” “Wha-” “Patience is not really my thing. So let’s move this along, shall we?” “No... wait... what the hell are you talking about? Who are you? Where am I?” “Questions, questions!

The Cockroach I pumped poison into her home, but she lived. I drowned her in the faucet, but she lived. I broke her back under my boot, but she lived. And then she laughed. Because when my back breaks

It was a late night call. Freddy sounded desperate, but he wouldn’t tell me what was going on over the phone. I just drove as fast as I could. “Freddy, dude, this better be good.” “Adam, I’m sorry. I just

A violent shiver zapped Timmy away from sleep. The sudden coldness that flooded his room forced him to put a jacket over his meager Power Ranger pajamas. It was 2:26AM, mere minutes away from the inevitable

(...) Morning came, and Timmy was jolted out of bed by yet another knock on his door. This time, however, it was immediately followed by the comforting voice of his father. “Breakfast’s ready, boy. We’ve

(...) Everything remained still for a moment, but then came the second knock, and the third. The fourth and fifth followed shortly after. Each time a bit faster, each time a bit stronger. The sixth made

A violent shiver zapped Timmy away from sleep. The sudden coldness that flooded his room forced him to put a jacket over his meager Power Ranger pajamas. It was 2:26AM, mere minutes away from the inevitable

Jairo ―¡Sonría, Pepín! Que no se le va a caer la cara. ―Cállase, Puma. Usted sí es bien bobo, ¿no? ―Bobo será usted, ¿que no ve no quedaron vivos ni los perros? Los limpiamos a toditos, Pepín. Debería

The Minefield “Feel that, boy?” “What, dad?” “Come, put your chest to the ground.” “Little earthquakes?” “No, not earthquakes. They are the heartbeat of a dragon.”  “Is that him? Will I finally meet

This is a picture of The Blob. The Blob is a cat, she’s my cat, and I’ve decided not to use her real name if only to give her a sliver of privacy. This is not a sob story, though. There is nothing wrong

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