I want you to pull my hair five times and call me The Grinch

She boiled it to get the skeleton free of all the crud. She was planning to move across the country, and wanted to bring its skeleton with her. So, somewhat less creepy than it could have been. 

The thing I love about Marcia is that she’s the only one who is truly honest about what they’re all really doing here. Like, when she was talking to Rhea it was basically one whore to another, and if you’re not careful you’ll lose an eye. It also says something about Logan that he chooses women who are extremely tough…

I have always assumed that Greg’s ultimate play, whether he knows it or not, is to convince Ewan he deserves the money. I read an article with the show creators where they said that the original concept for Ewan was for the character to be acting out of pure spite, but they somewhat revamped the character to get…

All of the headlines about this guy suddenly make a lot more sense now that I know he is NOT the Penn of Penn & Teller

My favorite one from this year was the “time rub” story, where the author’s grandmother saw her friends, from the future, in her living room during a bad electrical storm. Her friends (in the present day) saw her grandmother, from the past, where her living room used to be at the old farm ruins.

It cannot possibly be healthy to be so invested in a celebrity’s size (whatever it may be,) that a change of one sort or another feels like a betrayal. 

Parasocial relationships, over-identification, projection, whatever — we need to bring back the Greek pantheon for glomming, and stop demanding someone’s personal life be an integral part of their job (save exceptions involving criminal/abusive behavior, and others I can’t think of right now). 

Roman is such a slimy little weasel but dear god I would.

This isn’t my own story, but my dad’s - and my dad isn’t a liar. He’s experienced a lot of wild things taking odd jobs out on the road throughout his twenties, but this story happened right in my Indiana hometown when my mom was pregnant with my older sister. We lived in the country, and there was a hairpin turn on…

I think what made this story insanely popular (besides pandemic boredom) is that everyone involved comes across as an asshole, but a relatable asshole. We’ve all known a Sonya or a Dawn, some of us have been a Sonya or a Dawn, and not a damn one of us would want our bitchy group texts printed in the New York Times.

People have been calling her an attention whore since she writhed on the stage at the VMAs- this is what she does. It’s her brand. It’s like how you can count on Cher wearing a fishnet bodysuit and Dolly Parton to wear gravity defying wigs- Madonna is going to be overtly, physically sexual. Why change what’s worked…

“Ghosts in the Walls”

This story takes place in a small town, in a small South American country, in the mid-seventies. My parents are a young married couple, with two young daughters, living next door to my dad’s sister, Esther, who is also married and has two small children of her own. After being home with her boys for while, my aunt…

My grandparents bought the house my mom grew up in sometime in the late 1950s. I don’t think it was built much earlier than that, but the previous owner was an elderly woman who died in the house. I don’t know anything else about her except for the fact that she loved the color red. The exterior of the house itself…

As my parents gave me more freedom and independence so they could enjoy themselves as adults I was often left at home to do homework, talk on the phone, or as I was wont to do: listen to Van Halen. In the spring of 1980, at 13, we lived on the West Bank military base across the Mississippi river from New Orleans. My…

I live in Anoka, Minnesota, which is for those of you who don’t know, The Halloween Capital of the whole damn world! But, my story isn’t about one of our more “famous” hauntings, this one is about the house next door to my sister.

***CW: attempted suicide, self-harm***

Content warning for child abuse, but that’s not what it’s about. I just couldn’t figure out how to tell the story without that context.

I posted this last year hours before the deadline. Doubt many people saw it so I thought I’d post again. Hope that’s cool.