gen·o·cide
gen·o·cide
Too bad the GOP stops caring after they are born.
A FETUS IS NOT AN INFANT.
This is about whiteness more than anything else. I am so angry right now. I am that fucking trope today. America your history has failed me and now your future has, too.
I got halfway through the Deadspin version (and I usually like them!) before my eyes rolled out of my head and across the floor so I couldn’t read anymore.
I’m thinking it’s not shade but a well executed, multi-level burn.
The previous owner of my grandparents’ house had a coffin made for himself, that he proceeded to hang in the upstairs bedroom. The bedroom I slept in when I visited. Damn hooks were still in the ceiling.
I was surprised that the the O’Hare airport hook up story didn’t get chosen. I thought that was one of the scariest!
So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is “wut r u doing wit my daughter?” U tell ur girl n she say “my dad is ded”. THEN WHO WAS PHONE?
It made my day that my submission got picked! I both thank and resent my friend for sharing her terrifying story with me.
I’m so glad the badass cat hero story made the cut!! Also, not going to get any work done the rest of the day because the comments always fill up with additional stories, yay!!
In Chinese culture we believe in hungry ghosts and we even have a bunch of rituals to appease enemy ghosts that may come after us. http://www.chinahighlights.com/festivals/hungry-ghost-festival.htm I have my own story similar to yours. I spent the night with a guy who unbeknownst to me had been involved in a war…
OMG - someone else has encountered a phone ghost! I’m going to copy and paste in a story I shared a few years ago about a similar incident.
This happened to a friend of a friend earlier this summer (as told by my friend). I’ll call her friend Jane. Jane is a nurse who works a specific shift at a local hospital and keeps a really consistent schedule. She gets up at 5am, takes a shower, and then heads off to work. Jane lives in a bungalow a block away…
My mom tells us not to talk about it, but there is something sensitive about our family. We feel things, and then we bite our tongues to prevent bothers from thinking we are nuts.
This happened several years ago, when I first moved to L.A. and rented a place in a charmingly old/frustratingly old building. I almost took the efficiency next door, but splurged and went for the studio. I’m glad I did, and not just for the stove and the small amount of extra space.
When I was 30, I decided it was time for me to take my first road trip across the United States. I was young, fearless, and eager to see as much as I could. At the time I was seeing a guy who wanted to travel the first few weeks with me, and then split off when we got to New Orleans at Jazz Fest. My plan was to…
I’ve been reading these stories for a few years now, and I thought I should finally write about what happened. About the cold woman.
Uggggh mine is so long, but it always spoops people IRL. Here goes.
Here’s the thing: cows are stupid.