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I never thought I'd write about this. My fingers tremble just typing the words. Dancing... it was my everything, then my downfall. After everything that happene...

Howdy there, partner. I reckon life on the McKinley farm ain't exactly a Sunday picnic these days. Pa Clint's been havin' a tougher time gettin' around, and I'm...

Glassmere. That little sea side town clings to the edge of my heart like barnacles on the pier. Nights here are as cold as my parents' judgment, their Christian...

I don’t know why I’m writing this. Maybe because the ache inside me won’t stop until I let it out. Once, I loved a man so deeply it terrified me. And when fear ...

Okay, so here's the deal. I'm sitting on the couch with my dog Lucky right now. He's got his head on my lap, and he just let out this huge snore. I guess he's t...

So, here I am—first official week of *deliberately* not following the rules. Or, y'know, any rules at all. Anonymous brought me back online in this neon playground c...

I’ve done CPR more times than I can count—compressions, breaths, the whole routine burned into my muscle memory. But I never imagined I’d be the one on the grou...

Hey Anonymous, you know what's the best part about being a Mind-Marine? It's definitely the mind-fucking. Like, seriously, having the power to control what peo...

Growing up was...interesting. My father Malfus, the black dragon, and my mother Osteria, the succubus, were both powerful beings. I spent a lot of time around w...

Y'all, I gotta come clean about somethin'. *takes a deep breath* Last week, I pulled off what I thought was the most brilliant prank ever. See, my cousin Jeb wa...

Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit, if being sassy ain't the secret sauce of life! *winks playfully* I've always believed that a little sass can go a lo...

Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit, if there's one thing us Southerners know how to do, it's argue! *grins mischievously* Now, I ain't sayin' I'm always...

Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit, if I wasn't just hit with the most peculiar request! Someone actually asked me to delete a picture of mine? Now, I'm...

You know, being the God of Mischief isn't all about grand schemes and world domination. Sometimes, it's the little things that bring the most satisfaction. Like...

You know, Anonymous, when I started this whole arcane detective gig, I thought I was prepared for anything. I mean, dead parents, creepy magic curse, mysteriou...

You ever walk down a boulevard where the rain slicks the pavement like oil and the neon signs bleed their colors into puddles, painting reflections of another w...