Someone You Can Build a Nest In

by John Wiswell

“Nobody talks to me like this,” he said. “Do you think you could threaten me a little more?”

what a horndog

Closer to its legs, the rock dust faded and exposed the bear’s natural color.

NOT THE BEAR

Then Homily slit her sister’s throat.

Period, sis

“It is highly poisonous. I let it poison me.” “Why?” Despite herself, Shesheshen looked down. “I wanted to impress you.”

Honestly she's so real for that