By Andrew Boyd
Adam was a couple of days old, but looked as if he was about eighteen. More importantly, however, he was a piece of shit. Not literally of course; Adam was human, but a spoiled one that was given anything he ever could need. But he always wanted more, and always thought of himself first. Adam never wore clothes, but if he lived today he would wear angsty torn jeans, a faded graphic t-shirt, and a Justin Bieber-esque haircut. In other words, he was that kind of person.
By Alexander Eden
The first time I gave birth, an unwanted imp violently burst from my body into the world. No one else was with me during that horrible process; just me and the parasite both screaming in a half-furnished tenement room. This was not normal. It was not natural. It should not have even been possible. A man should not have been able to give birth as I was.
By Kyle Labe
Content warning: assault, suicide, depression, abuse, death
Every morning I take pills because I am depressed, manic, and anxious. The first batch I received when I swerved my car off a mountainside. Those were replaced when I swallowed a handful and wound up in the institution. More were prescribed when I maced a stranger at a station station because I believed he tried to assault me. Security explained that he was only trying to shove his way past, but I screamed so loud that I couldn’t hear them.