So I worked for police dispatch in a decently sized city (in the top 15 in the US) for over a decade. This story happened somewhere after 2004 but before 2008-ish, I think.

Story: Alice’s house

A Single Flower

I have a Google sheet I created last year with stories for anyone who kept losing their place in the queue due to the auto refresh https://docs.google.com/document/d/1j2ky_p2wnu_0jsCcVkxrkX7Mj_oM8ZmXHJmgvtOuJ-M/edit?usp=sharing

I grew up in a small town in central Illinois surrounded by miles of corn fields in every direction, broken only by the interstate to the east. Class sizes hovered around 80, and it wasn’t unusual to invite half the class to parties. This was especially true for kids who lived on the outskirts of town or out in the…

So I’m a dude, and a couple years back I went on a Tinder date with a woman who had just joined the app. She seemed normal at first, but after talking for an hour or two in person she started to give off that vibe that some isolated homeschooled kids have (not that it’s a bad thing), but basically like they haven’t…

All the edible/drinkable stuff is solid (although maybe consider stepping up from cheap beer to something decent). Condiments and sides, particularly non-meat dishes, are always welcome. And the communication one is good—it’s nice to offer extra coolers and ice because most people don’t have multiple coolers and if…

Absolutely no part of this story is exaggerated, and I still don’t know what to make of it. Until I was five, I was raised in a teeny tiny town. My small neighborhood was more like a compound, where all of the people who worked in the clinic next door lived. There was a big garden in the middle of the neighborhood…

I have a lovely ghost in my attic, who just asks that I be non-intrusive roommate.

I wrote this up last year, intending to share it on here, and then I never did for some reason. A year later and I’ve decided it’s time.

There’s something downstairs.

When I was 14 I worked in a doll shop on the first floor of an old colonial house.

Full disclosure / Trigger Warning: This post could be triggering for people who have experienced abuse.

Normal sounds can sound unnatural in the woods. (long)

This is the scariest story I know.

How dare you be this reasonable

I’m a book-lover and way into Konmari. Kondo doesn’t have any rule about the number of books a person should own, just like she doesn’t have a rule about the number of any other category you should own. She has a lot of guidelines that help you get rid of things you’re holding onto out of guilt. Maybe you feel guilty…

I wanted to play violin at age eight because I loved the way they sounded. My mother bought a violin for me (not an expensive one) and arranged for lessons from the local (medium sized city) violin guru. I quit in protest after about six months because despite all my efforts, I could never get a clear-sounding note…

Well, she apparently can’t find a Jewish guy her age who’ll date her because she’s a rabid Trumpanzee, so there’s that.

Can’t a girl hate-watch her nostalgia in peace?!?