You walk a fine line between beautifully macabre and uncharacteristically psychotic.

Helen makes a mental note to pick up a self help book the next time she was out. This was getting ridiculous.

Watching the couple, she silently wishes she had just cleaned out her damn coffee pot.

Writing it all down is like taking a good shit, if done right you probably feel empty afterwards.

What Grimm fairy tale featured apiarian morphing humans?

Some things are fairly obvious when it's a seven-foot skeleton with a scythe telling you them