They bowed to to the machine, marveling the shine of its black plastic exterior, the long cord that came out of the back.

They were particularly interested in the two metal prongs coming from the end of a cord, they were quite tasty.

Things went in light and soft and came out dark and crisp, and they didn’t even need fire to make it happen.

When the aliens came, our president told them toasters were our general currency, so when they left, we just didn’t have toast for a while.

And everyone bowed to him, for saving us from aliens.… Read the rest

In her dream she saw everything.

She saw the baggie of loose change, the different kinds of chocolate, the rainbow of eggs spread out on the kitchen table.

Her mom filled egg after egg, and hid them easily all around the house.

Then, she took the bag of flour and dipped three fingers in, then dabbed them on the floor, one after the other, more than the eggs, she made little bunny footprints to lead the way.

It wasn’t a dream.

It was just my amazing mom doing the best she could for a daughter who loves her so much.… Read the rest

This neglect has gone on far too long, the neglect of my heart, the neglect of my spirt.

It’s no one’s fault but mine, I could have changed things at any time, but I am a lazy fuck, and my own worst enemy.

This is my first true story: I am never enough.

I’m a bad friend, I’m unemployable, I’m selfish, I’m scared all the time.

I need to be the main character of my own life now, and not let anyone else get in my way.

Keep your eyes peeled, one day you might see me begin to shine.… Read the rest

I took my time walking to the door, because inside, the house was empty.

It was raining and I didn’t have an umbrella, but there were so few things I cared about, the wet didn’t bother me at all.

I slid the key into the lock, and when I pushed open the door the phone was ringing, but didn’t I rush to answer it. There was nothing to rush for, or towards, anymore.

The machine picked up after the beep.

“Honey, it’s me. You have to come back and get me. It’s so cold here. Am I in a coffin?”… Read the rest

She looked better in my body than I did. She wore the curves more comfortably, ignored the rolls of fat completely, and smiled like she knew she was the most interesting person in the room wherever she went.

She makes me see that I could have lived another life, or could I?

Wouldn’t another soul have to literally embody me to make me another me?

Wait.

Where am I? Why’s it so dark here?

I see her turning toward me and smiling, she sees me, but no one else does.

She took me, and I let her have me, happily.… Read the rest