The Shadow_What Should Your Gravestone Say?_The case of the missing children_Just Words
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The Shadow
I am a monster of malice, bound like a puppet to a boy.Every day, my master skips to school with his music bag, with his backpack and his ‘friends’. They talk and they laugh, they sink their feet into puddles, they spit on the hedgerows. And wherever he goes, I have no choice but to follow. He moves? I move. He… gestures, and I, by the tendril hands of fate, gesture also. I do ‘Fortnite dances’ in long relief on the road, run over in my shame by cars and the slowing of the school bus. He forces me off the curb and drowns me in the river when he crosses it. My master and his friends are jailor...
What Should Your Gravestone Say?
Warning: dark humor, death, grief.You might think that as a funeral director, I would be completely desensitized to grief; however, between my work and my personal experience, truth be told, grief and I are uneasy partners. This is the business no one wants any part of — second only, maybe, to the IRS. But at some point, you’re going to need me or my competitors. My line of work demands a delicate balance between being business oriented, yet sensitive to mwww.onedoor.ccy clients’ needs at a time when their lives feel entirely upside down. Consequently, over the years, I have crafted the skills necessary...
The case of the missing children
Once there were 3 children Josh, Amy, and Martin. Their parents were on vacation in Philadelphia so they were living with their grandparents for quite a while. Grandpa would typically just lay on the couch, scratch his big belly and fall asleep. While, on the oth´t́ hand, Grandma would walk around the house and give out her freshly baked cookies to the neighbors, and water the plants in the house. One day when Grandma was about to go for a walk she saw it was snowing. Grandma was not able to walk in the snow so she called Josh, Amy, and Martin to help build a pathway around the house so, she c...
Just Words
[CW: a couple slurs]Inventing new hate speech is not as easy as people think. When I was a kid, putting a cuss word next to a filthy animal was a pretty safe bet. Shit pig, pig shit, those sorts of things were the gold standard. Nowadays? I'm sorry, those things won't fly. The world we live in wants inclusive put-downs from fresh perspectives, pancultural verbal barbs sharpened by cruel and unusual minds. That's where I come in.One way to generate ideas for new hate speech is to pretend not to try. Go for a walk in the park and scare away some birds, or look for interesting people on the stree...