I’m Furious That My Soul-Crushing Novel Isn’t a Bestseller
But after all my sacrifice, my masterpiece sold only sixty-three copies, fifty of which I pawned my furniture to buy.
But after all my sacrifice, my masterpiece sold only sixty-three copies, fifty of which I pawned my furniture to buy.
It's a dog park, not Jurassic Park. Find somewhere else for your infernal Dogasaurus rex to run amok.
Did you grow up in a modest house, or the suburbs, or a brownstone, or a symbolically dilapidated mansion?
- “I feel stupid and contagious.” - "Masks are stupid it's not even that contagious."
I also can’t seem to remember anything after the second act, which my therapist says is my brain’s way of protecting itself.
The grocer is like heaven, everyone exalts it, but no one wants to go there now.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Class had started, but half the students wouldn’t show up until 13:10.
What if those years embroiled in a sadistic old bat’s cruel ploy to take revenge could be avoided by setting deranged convicts loose in your youth?
- Who Really Needs Charging, Me or My Case? The Ongoing Enigma - For the Love of All That is Holy, Please, Clean Me
- An important work of literature is being discussed. You have not read it. - You are mostly silent.
- Loving Big Brother: Why the Government Should Be Spying on Us More - This is a Flammable Stack of Paper
Be steadfast and remember always that we need much less than we think we need.