By Chef jklimerence
Death is a weird fascination. It is a tricky sticky thing that seems to dart down and snatch reality right from under our feet, always when we least expect it, even though we know from the beginning to always expect it.
I, myself, never saw it coming. I chose a career in writing, in structuring entire worlds and divining the future of my characters, but even I could not see death’s lecherous caress, her pale fingers claiming what she desired. It felt as if I’d shut my eyes to fall asleep and opened to them to a world turned upside down and set on fire by some invisible madman. When the bones of my wife finally turned up, I truly did want to drench every last inch of this evil existence with kerosene and set it aflame with my anger.
Continue reading “I Made a Book to Remember the Passion of my Dead Wife”
By Chef robinchwannn
I live in a small country in Southeast Asia called Singapore. A few years back, I had converted to Christianity but I was raised in a Buddhist household like the majority of Singaporean Chinese families. Though my parents were not strict in their beliefs, they still kept an altar in the corridor of our home and offered incense to it religiously.
My father owned a small business and it had been going smoothly for the past few years. We lived comfortably and were able to afford the lifestyle we wanted. Singapore is a country with very high standard of living, so everything is extremely overpriced. To be able to live a comfortable lifestyle is truly a blessing. However, since a few months back, his business had been dropping. It was not a drastic drop, but it still got him worried that the decline was going to continue. My father’s friend had told him about this thing called the Kumanthong which was known to bring good luck and fortune to the owner. Continue reading “My Parents Adopted a Dead Baby”
By Chef Unfey
Before I start this off I just wanna say, this is the first time anything like this has ever happened to me. I’m not normally a cannibal (there’s a sentence I never expected to type). I’ve always been a very normal, well-adjusted person. I feel like I should be freaking out a lot more than I am right now, but I’m not, and I think that’s what freaks me out the most— I think I’m in denial?? I hope I’m in denial. I hope typing this out helps me. Continue reading “I Ate a Dead Body I Found in the Woods”