Two tipsy women sneak into a graveyard to pee. One uses her panties to wipe with and throws them away, the other one uses a ribbon from a wreath.
The next day, one husband calls the other:
“My wife came home last night not wearing any panties!”
The other husband replies:
“That’s nothing! My wife had a card stuck between her butt cheeks that said, ‘From all of us at the fire station, we’ll never forget you!’”
Toilet paper is in trouble. For decades, we never questioned the soft, white rolls stacked in our homes, believing they were harmless, even essential. But as the…
The first crack feels dangerous. You didn’t expect a potato to demand reverence, yet here you are, hovering at the edge of hunger and hesitation. The crust…
The past didn’t knock. It slipped out of hiding and rewrote everything I thought I knew. One letter. One winter. One choice that never reached me. A…
The fear didn’t fade. It sharpened. Every breath felt borrowed, every quiet moment a trap waiting to spring. I watched my own body like it belonged to…
The garden turned on me. Safety cracked in a heartbeat, replaced by a crawling sense that something was wrong, very wrong. Those pale circles didn’t just sit…
Erin smelled the fear before she named it. Grief had turned every sound into an echo, every day into a blur, until the soft scratch at the…