Food tastes better when you eat it with friends...

In the stories Mother tells, the sky is black and the air tastes like ash...

She is cigarette smoke stitched into a human frame, jacket tight like she needs it to keep her skeleton together, keep her bones from bursting free...

Once upon a time, an angel and a demon met in an office. They realized that they both played World of Warcraft, and hung out a lot more after that...

There are voices in her head...

“Mr. Winters?” Tim blinked groggily as the nurse’s voice woke him from his nap...