A few weeks ago, my life was blissfully normal. The Nevada city I lived in was teeming with life.

He tripped on unstacked books on his way to the door, wondering when -- and why -- they had been so absently placed. He was getting sloppy, unorganized, careless, that was clear, but how could he not ...

There was no knock on the door, no ring of the bell, only a message popping up on his phone screen: your package has been delivered. He hadn't ordered anything. And yet, as he opened the front door o...

Whatever it is, the way it moves is enough to tell you it isn't natural. One part of it, which the rest converges onto, is a flat... Surface?

My mother, I would assume like so many other mothers, always marked my height on the frame of a door with a pencil. It was something we both excitedly waited for, my father teased my mother and I by a...

Pshhhh Gayyyy

. I carefully read through credit card statements, but nothing interesting sprung out. Not even a transaction from a dirty website.