Buttery wholesomeness

I’m not sure I’ve ever been to Cracker Barrel before. Maybe when I was a kid? I don’t want to … More

Enough talk! Kill something!!!

Riddle me this, since she grabbed me like a pirate grabbing a wench on the cover of a trashy romance … More

I saw my dad cry once. Not long before he and my mom died in a car wreck. I was … More

When she cast her spell to find the magic bone of vampire boning it seemed to me indistinguishable from the … More

We weren’t in Mexico anymore I don’t think. We weren’t in Missouri for sure. I know that. Wherever we were … More

“What is it?” I didn’t recognize my own voice. I sounded like an overexcited little girl who spotted a unicorn … More

I’ve lived in Missouri my entire life. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a well-rounded world traveler, I’m not one of … More

If I had been thinking at all I would have washed up and tried to find some other clothes to … More

When I stabbed Martialla in the chest she didn’t wake up or move or do anything. No reaction other than … More

When I was a kid a social worker made me talk to a therapist once. She told me that because … More