How many dozens—no, hundreds—of times have we each been asked this question? And are we ever truly honest in our answers? Probably not. We default to the expected answer, the one that doesn’t impose on the well-meaning person who doesn’t really want to hear about our problems. “I’m fine” we say, or just “good.” I know I rarely ever deviate from this particular norm.
But the truth is…A good day for me is a day when I have energy to face the day and don’t feel like crawling back under the covers of my bed. A good day for me is being able to smile for a moment or two without it b
Mama stood frozen, staring down at the cherubic little redhead, his words still ringing in her ears. "Are you a boy or a girl?" The other redhead, the little one's brother, blushed and hastily touched the boy's shoulder. "Ao-chan, that was mean." Finally shaking off the shock of the child's keen perception, Mama gave a shaky laugh. "It's quite alright, Hayes-sama. May I answer him?" She smiled at the confused expression Ace shot her before he nodded and let go of his brother.
She knelt and took the little boy's hands in hers, running her thumbs in gentle circles over the backs of his hands. "I know it's a little confusing, since I have a boy
Now, I love vampires, lycanthropes (werewolves) and Resident Evil just as much as the next horror enthusiast, but I must confess...I have a pet peeve regarding the much-neglected human monster. Yes, we have Hannibal Lector, Erik Noir (the Phantom in POTO), and Esther (from Orphan), among others, but the human monster is becoming increasingly rare in this genre, condemned to "Psycological thrillers" and the like.
My issues with this apparent lack of respect for the "real" monsters of the world started last semester, when my lit discussion class read Frankenstein, and our professor asked which version of the monster is more frightening: the zo