There’s a story, and it begins like this: once upon a time, in a town not far from here… And it’s a good story, but not a great one. I know this because I wrote the damn thing.
Hi. I’m Cole — creative writer and reader.
Sometimes, I write fairy tales. I’m rather fond of them, and I whisper to my cactus just how very fond of them I am, especially when I’m editing and therefore not fond of them at all. That’s “fond” said three times now, in case you haven’t noticed.
I don’t think I’m very good at…
True story: I live with Jesse, a boy with severe autism. He’s 15, but he looks and sounds like an eight-year-old. Instead of speaking, which is difficult, he experiments with different techniques — repeating words, giggling, hitting — to get people’s attention.
Recently, Jesse has latched onto the greatest attention-grabber of all:
If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to live in a haunted house, where a waffle-obsessed necromancer constantly wails for justice, then look no further than Jesse’s place. In this hallowed home, there is no shortage of screams to be had.
One scream for you, another for…
The car door slammed shut. My brother and I hopped into the backseat. Trash bags stuffed with our belongings squished against our legs and hogged the trunk. No space for my dad — as far as Mom was concerned, he was out of the family equation. Forever.
I’d had hints. Mom, during a couple of vulnerable moments, dropped some unpleasant marital updates. That she would split from my dad was obvious. I just…didn’t think she’d pull the trigger. Not yet. …
The holidays are coming up. Marzipan is baking, eggnog is flowing, and are those presents I see beneath the tree? Bold move, grandma. Bold. Move.
We all want cookies. And by cookies, I mean forbidden stuff. For example:
Stealing cookies is a matter of practical application, not brains. The trick isn’t learning how to be stealthy, it's remembering to apply these tricks when your ear’s plastered to the kitchen door.
For browser users: If you’d like to skip the personals and skip straight to the advice section, click here. I recommend reading the entire article. I’m also the one who wrote the damn thing, so you’ll have to excuse me for being a little biased.
This is an intro I’m posting on advice from a friend. She suggested I be more transparent with my own “coming out” experience and how that’s influenced this article. I think that’s more than fair.
I come from a white, middle-class family nestled in the suburbs of LA County, California. My dad’s a liberal…
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