When the Wolf Comes Home

by Nat Cassidy

Conspiracy theories are basically just fairy tales for adults, aren’t they?

If this were a normal night, she would’ve just finished jerking off and/or watching some trash TV before laying out her outfit for the day and getting ready to try to sleep.

“We’re gonna fuck. You. Up,” says the other—with a certain relish that can only be found in finally being able to curse without the constraints of the MPAA.

Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other. —Francis Bacon

The truth is, nowadays, mass shootings are so common they’re more useful to bury attention than gain it. You could basically call any massacre a mass shooting, and within a day or two, most Americans will have digested it and shit it out without so much as a faint aftertaste. It’s like money laundering but for slaughter.

Love is a shape-shifting monster, she thinks, dizzy and horrified and exhausted and devastated. A werewolf with a bottomless stomach.