Horror and Wholesome
I had never tried online dating, I'd never had a reason to. Usually my luck with guys was pretty decent and, even when it wasn't, I was just fine doing my own thing. After my last relationship fizzled out, I decided to avoid playing the dating game for a while; I had other things I... Continue Reading →
I used to run a vlog/comedy channel on YouTube, GoodEeveening. I say used to because I shut it down recently. The whole thing, three years of content, gone with a single click of a button. I didn’t even say goodbye to any of my 248,000 followers. I didn’t feel safe anymore. I still don’t. I... Continue Reading →
Granting final requests is a kindness that my company specializes in. While we offer our services to anyone in need of them, our primary clientele is the elderly. Oftentimes their desires are simple: Sit with me, listen to me, remind me that I’m worthwhile. Remind me that I’m still human. It’s a heartbreaking line of... Continue Reading →
BY: MARCUS DAMANDA & S.H. Cooper “No, that’s a mistake. I don’t owe you shit.” It was a rough morning at the return counter. Summoning patience, I said to him, “It was due last night.” “I got here first thing—no one’s had a chance to rent the stupid video yet—and you’re charging me a late... Continue Reading →
If you’re not from around here, you probably won’t believe me. Most don’t. I try to warn them just the same, but touristy types always seem to think they know better than the locals. Even after they learn about Tank Hawburn, whose car was found in the ditch about fifty years back. His blood was... Continue Reading →
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Cassandra’s case came to me in a discreet, padded envelope delivered right to my door. I'd been expecting it for days after I got a call from Detective Smitty requesting my transcription services. A brief note had been included, telling me that Smitty, a ten year old girl, and her court appointed caregiver were present,... Continue Reading →
I wasn’t allowed to have friends when I was little. Children were loud and messy and got into everything. Mommy wasn’t well and she couldn’t handle that sort of thing. I wasn’t even enrolled in school. Mommy took care of all of my lessons. I was an advanced reader from an early age and I... Continue Reading →
I was an addict. I denied it for a long time, came up with excuses as to why what I was doing was ok, convinced myself that I wasn't hurting anyone, so it didn't really matter, all the typical justification that are shouted up from the depths of a downward spiral. When Mom noticed, she... Continue Reading →
I hadn't wanted to go out that night. I was tired and grumpy after a long week of work, but Angie convinced me. "A few beers, some dancing, you'll feel all better!" "I really think I'd rather stay home." I told her. "I'm already halfway there, so hang up, get ready, and put a damn... Continue Reading →
Stories By S.H. Cooper 