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.
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…
The sirens cut through everything. Neighbors froze at their windows, watching red and blue lights stain the quiet they thought would last forever. A beloved voice from…
The room roared like a storm, but inside me, something went still and sharp. All that noise, all that light, and yet the one thing that mattered…
Grief doesn’t ask permission. It arrives like a storm, then leaves you alone in the wreckage, staring at an urn that suddenly feels heavier than the world….