3401 words read I pointed the gun at the sick bastard who killed my wife. He sobbed as he feared for what was to come. I pulled the trigger. If only he spoke and tried to reason with me then maybe he could've lived....
I spied a dead pixel on my laptop screen earlier today. I was admittedly rather angry, as I had only bought the damn thing two days ago. That anger quickly turned to dread as I closed the screen. Only...
“Where’s dad?” my sister asks, her breathing still intense. Her pupils grow wide, her stare billowing deep into me. How do I tell her what happened? I still don’t believe it myself. I take off my hat ...
The other day, I was talking to an online friend of mine over Skype. She said “Some weird things have been happening to me lately.” This was a story that is SERIOUSLY creepy. I did not write this.
Edgar Allen Poe is one of my favorite poets. Made this to honor his amazing poetry.
Source: Edgar Allen Poe,