Shame on US — Hi. My name is Jerilynn. I’m fifteen years old. Yesterday was my birthday but no one felt like celebrating much. I’ll tell you why but I need to talk a little first. That’s how I am. When I get nervous, I talk too much. My English teacher, Mrs. Otto, is…

But embrace your own — Note: I began this piece a while ago, when I was feeling like a big drip. I decided to revisit it, in the hope my words might inspire someone who feels as if they’re floundering and that the buttholes are winning, as I often do. Because, that’s when we must…

It’s about all my brain can handle these days — Although I’ve never actually made it, the idea of enjoying a chilled, refreshing bowl of what is essentially a Spanish take on cold tomato soup is immensely appealing to me. The prep work for gazpacho, however, is not. All the peeling, seeding, blending, along with the manipulation of very sharp…

Pathetic Racists: Entry to Top Ten Stories prompt issued by Tim Sabo — This piece was inspired by a prompt for The Top Ten Stories by Timothy J. Sabo and is part of a series of fictional pieces which aims to explore some current social issues. This one focuses on the prompt: Pathetic Racists. Tom Gibson looked at the clock on the wall…

Just one more spectacular turd stinking up the platform — Disclaimer: My story isn’t bullshit, but the one I’m going to tell you about, certainly is. I’ve been relatively quiet of late about the assholes here who spew phony advice and tips to reel in the suckers, of which there are plenty. You know who you are, people. The “gushers,”…

Or rather, “someone” — Matthew, I’m happy to see you matriculating here with the regular schlubs on Medium, myself being one of them. You’re one hell of an actor and your choice of roles always amazes me. Kind of like Nic Cage in that you can inhabit personas that well, are often crazy AF…

No more waiting, nor suffering — I hardly know where to begin this piece, but I know sharing the last two days with you, my friends, will help ease the ache in my heart. We’d made the decision to have our boy, Dooley, euthanized and the appointment was set for four p.m., yesterday. The morning started…

In spite of the idiotic advice from an egomaniac — Okay. I’m in a dark, shitty mood and I won’t stifle it. Not here. Many of you know the reason why I’ve been in the weeds, so I won’t belabor the point. All I know is, that I feel the need to rant. Just a bit. My recent Medium earnings…