Little Johnny farts in the classroom, causing his teacher to get really upset and throw him out. Sitting outside the class, he can’t stop laughing. The principal walks by and asks, “Little Johnny, why are you sitting outside your class laughing?”
“I farted in class and the teacher threw me out,” Johnny replies.
The principal asks again, “Well then, why are you laughing?”
“Because those idiots are sitting in the class smelling my fart while I’m outside in the fresh air,” Johnny says with a grin.
He looked like the boy next door. The one who shoveled driveways, earned merit badges, waved shyly at neighbors who never looked twice. But the life he…
Grief doesn’t always scream. Sometimes it hides behind closed doors, behind a face that won’t crack, behind a man who walks away before the dust has even…
It started with a mark. A ring of scars, too deliberate to be random, too quiet to be harmless. You’ve seen it before, without really seeing it—on…
The stench hit first, thick and wrong, curling into his lungs like a warning. He thought it was pests, a nest, a nuisance he could pay someone…
He walked away from her. That’s the part he can’t rewrite, no matter how many scripts he’s handed or how many lights burn his name across a…
The room froze when she spoke. A toddler, barely two, stood in the middle of a police station begging to confess a crime, clutching a stuffed rabbit…