Your knuckles white, you try to fight the need for more to get you by.
You’ve had enough you wonder why even now your body cries for chemicals to blind your eyes.
Wonder can you stay this high? When the cells begin to die forever. 🍚
A few months ago, my oldest son, Charlie, came out to me as a homosexual.
He sat his mother and I down in the living room and confessed everything to us; about how he had always felt attraction towards men, for his entire life. He even told us that he had a boyfriend who he wanted to introduce us to. Justine and I had always had our suspicions about Charlie, but we were still shocked by our son’s revelation.
Suffice to say, Charlie is no longer a son of mine.
You see, every now and again, teenagers in our town get unnatural urges. We try to correct these impure desires early- teach kids right from wrong. If you don’t nip these thoughts in the bud while they’re still young, they’ll manifest as behaviour in adolescence. We pull offending children up and tell them, again and again, from morning worship to Sunday school.
“Your ungodly impulses are a choice” we lecture. “You can choose Heaven or you can choose Hell. Which will it be?” For many youth, the threat of damnation is enough to set them on the right path. But there are those who cling to their perversions, convincing themselves that their lifestyle choice is the correct one.
If only we had beat it out of them. Maybe that could have saved Charlie.
I’ll never understand what compels teens to commit such awful sin. Some say that it’s the media, corrupting the minds of the youth. Others think that it’s just the primal evil of humanity, inevitably seeping through. All I know for sure is that these teenagers go about defiling the Lord, and our town, remorselessly.
There are probably those out there who would call us intolerant. That’s fine by us. We believe that there are some transgressions that simply shouldn’t be tolerated, under any circumstances.
And we will never tolerate abduction, torture and murder.
No, I don’t have a gay son. I don’t have a gay son, because those twisted f*cking bastards killed him.
Spirits: A Drunken Dive into Myths and Legends: A boozy biweekly podcast about mythology, legends, and lore. Hear fresh
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Diary Of A Madman:
Have you ever wondered why people do horrible things to one another?
What could drive a man to hurt, harm, or even kill? Finally, we may have
an answer. Follow along as, each week, we feature the recorded diary
entries of someone known only as “the madman”. Get inside his head and
Ten years ago, over three hundred men, women, and children
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Lore is a bi-weekly podcast about the history behind scary stories.
The people, places, and things of our darkest nightmares all have real
facts at their core. Each episode of Lore looks into a uniquely scary
tale and uncovers the truth of what’s behind it. Sometimes the truth is
more frighting than fiction.
A few weeks ago, my friend Daniel Powell disappeared. Before he
vanished, he send me hours and hours of audio he’d collected while
working as an archivist for the HHCNYS. The tapes..are strange.
SPINES: Two months ago, Wren woke up covered in blood, suffering from memory loss, and surrounded by the remnants of some strange cult ritual.
The Magnus Archives:
Make your statement, face your fear. A weekly horror fiction podcast
examining what lurks in the archives of the Magnus Institute, an
organization dedicated to researching the esoteric and the weird.
The Black Tapes:
The Black Tapes is a weekly podcast from the creators of Pacific
Northwest Stories, and is hosted by Alex Regan. The Black tapes Podcast
is a serialized docudrama about one journalist’s search for the truth,
her subject’s mysterious past, and the literal and figurative ghosts
that haunt them both. Do you believe?
Friend of the Family:
Where the narrator is a character, the two leads hate each other,
fighting the supernatural is sometimes disappointingly mundane, talking
to family members can be a terrible idea, and a 16-year-old girl is
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mystery: the myth of Tanis. Tanis is an exploration of the nature of
truth, conspiracy, and information. Tanis is what happens when the lines
of science and fiction start to blur…
A serialized radio drama that follows the story of Johnathan
Barker, who is compelled to return home to Melancholy Falls, NJ to
investigate the strange things that have been going on in town and
discover his purpose.
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The Nosleep Podcast is a multi-award wining anthology series of
original horror stories,with rich atmospheric music to enhance the
Small Town Horror:
A bi-weekly serialized docudrama about one man’s search for answers in
his hometown, the site of his own mysterious kidnapping 18 years ago.
Are the answers he seeks worth the cost of returning to the place known
Manor House: Manor House presents both
original and classic horror stories through a combination of acting,
music, effects, and a supernatural host.
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as some of it’s…well, rather odd figures.
Wormwood: A Serialized Mystery:
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occult, and the man was forever transformed. Now, chasing the vision of a
drowned woman, Crowe finds himself in the haunted town of Wormwood,
where evils lurks in the shadows and the stains the souls of its
inhabits. Welcome to Wormwood.
Robots gone haywire. Killer clown demons. And pie. So. Much. Pie.
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couldn’t lie to my sister. Not about the big stuff, anyway, the stuff
that ate away at you and kept you awake at night. I don’t know if I’d
call it a gift or anything, but she had an ability. She could see guilt.
I don’t mean she was good at reading expressions or picking up on
body language; she could literally see manifestations of people’s guilt
following them around. It started with Whiskey, our childhood cat. Mom
said he’d decided to move out to the country to enjoy his old age, but
Cassidy kept seeing him lying at Mom’s feet, completely still and stiff.
She asked Mom over and over why Whiskey wasn’t moving until Mom
started to sob and admitted she’d had to put our kitty to sleep. She’d
felt so guilty about lying and about her “betrayal” to Whiskey, her
beloved companion of seventeen years, but she’d wanted to protect us
from death for a little while longer.
In her grief, Mom didn’t think to ask Cassidy how she’d known the truth.
You’d be surprised at the number of people who think that all
librarians do is sit around and read the whole day. They have no
concept of all the duties that come with being a librarian. In just one
day, my mother will teach a class for senior citizens on how to use the
computer, help four different families find the graves of their loved
ones, register a thousand new books into the system, reorder all the
books that have been returned, hold a story-time session for the
children… the list goes on and on.
The point of me telling you this is for you to understand that it
takes a person with a degree and years of experience to run a library…
and I am not that person.
My mom has run our small town’s library for over twenty years. She’s
damn good at what she does, and that’s the only reason that town still
has a library. Unfortunately, this meant that it was difficult to
replace her, even for a short amount of time, when she fell down the
basement stairs and broke her leg.
remember the day I started to lose my hearing. I remember it because
two things had happened the day before; I’d received a particularly
painful numbing injection at the dentist’s office prior to having some
work done and my daughter was raped and left for dead in a dumpster just
outside her college campus.
We got the call at 4 AM. Being woken like that, by a shrill ringing
in the otherwise still and quiet dark, is something no one should have
to experience. You know before you pick up that something has happened,
that something life changing is about to be dropped in your lap, and all
you can do is answer.