Tonight’s just another night filled with misery and defeat, along with the ongoing attempt with trying to drown myself in whiskey.   Ever since I got back, I haven’t been able to find a job.   It might be the hardest struggle I’ve ever faced, and now I was on the brink of becoming homeless.   They told us that we would be heroes when we got back and life would be better.   They told us that we were fighting for a better life for the common man and we would be set when we got back.   I think they were a bunch of fucking liars.                     We risked our lives countless times, and we got nothing in return.   I’m not delusional enough to think that we were going to get parades or anything of the sorts, not that I would want one after everything that happened.   But I thou...

  5. chicago Everyone remembers the day The Bean hatched. The photo is dated 2016, roughly thirty years before the Hatching took place. Many millions of photos had been taken before this one, and many millions more had been taken after. But this one is special. This one harbors the secret of why the Hatching took place at all. Scientists have pored over this photo for years; government officials had kept it redacted until the Carson Case blew everything wide open. This was in 2035. Since then, internet warriors have dissected every single pixel of that frame to the enth degree. Theories couldn't stop popping up fast enough. Every person who took it upon themselves to figure out the secret of The Hatching thought they had the answer—thought they could win their chance at notoriety, at political sway. None prevailed. Instead, theories were debunked almost as quickly as that first round of ideas mounted. "The clouds in the sky reveal this.." some theories suggested. Others p...

                  Where do I start?   Where does anyone start when talking about something completely insane?   As much as I have no idea what is happening to me, I know what happened to bring me to this point.   I suppose it was my hobby that got me in this situation; how could something I enjoy so much leave me in such a desperate state?                Food is my number one interest and has been for a large part of my life.   The combination of flavours and textures are endless; just when you think you’ve tried everything, something new starts to trend and your world is opened up even further.   One bite can take you on an exotic journey filled with unfamiliar spices and aromas, while another can send you back in time to a comforting moment from your childhood. I love to cook and experiment with flavour, I have ever since I took a cooking clas...

There are some moments in your life that make you question everything that has brought you to a specific moment, and I believe I just experienced one. I’m not sure what I would describe my experience as; like I know what I saw, but I don’t know what would have caused that. What I do know is that I experienced a deep, chilling, primal fear that gripped my spine harder than anything else. What I know is that for the last four hours, ever since it happened, I haven’t been able to stop shaking. I’m more scared than I ever have been in my life; much more terrified than I ever was as a child. The darkness that I once welcomed as a calming reprise at the end of my day now initiated a fight-or-flight response that wouldn’t leave me. I wanted to crawl into a hole and bury myself to hide from the world, but instead I find myself in front of my laptop typing this out while I take pull off of a previously full bottle of tequila. My head is getting a little heavy and numb, so I’ll have to typ...

            ­I reached over for the roll of paper towels, unravelling it once my hand met its coarse surface and tearing off two separate sheets.   I placed them on the counter in front of me, before looking around for the loaf of bread that I bought the day before.   Of course, I looked in the usual bread spot first, but it wasn’t there.   Normally I was a creature of painfully strict habit, but every once in a while, usually if I was in some sort of rush, I would misplace something I normally wouldn’t. I walk over to the fridge, opening it up to find my prize inside; the ingredients I needed were all newly bought and were contained within a grey grocery bag.   I removed it from the fridge, shutting it with a swift hook of my leg behind me.   Back at the counter, I removed the three contents of the bag, placing them above the sheets of paper towel; a fresh loaf of white bread, a jar of light peanut butter and a sma...