His question is pretty dangerous for me to try to answer, so I don’t—it continues to hang out there like the stained underwear at a slumber party that goes unclaimed.
We're all guilty of saying insincere things at one point or another, if only just to make the moment not totally suck as much as it truly does.
Demons, werewolves, zombies--they're all supposed to be for entertainment purposes only.
This is the moment I have dreaded, the very reason why we kept running, even when it seemed hopeless. We all seemed to believe if we kept running, we would never die. But what exactly had we been hoping to find in the end? A magical place where the i...
