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When the Elevator Stopped: Finding Calm in Chaos
A Shift in Perspective: Lessons from the Elevator The day had started like any other, a whirlwind of activity and thoughts racing against the clock. I was rushing to an important meeting, my mind preoccupied with looming deadlines and the mountain of unread emails waiting for my attention. Stepping into the elevator, I pressed the button for the top floor, eager to tackle what lay ahead.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Longevity
The Crimson Claus
The town of Frost Haven had been consumed by Christmas cheer every December for centuries. Snow-covered rooftops gleamed under strings of multicolored lights, and the church bells rang nightly, echoing festive hymns through the valley. Every home displayed a figure of Santa Claus on their lawns—a tradition that went back longer than anyone cared to remember.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Horror
Marital Mayhem: Tales from the Other Side of “I Do”
Disclosure: This is written from a male perspective, obviously. Husbands everywhere know the drill: we make concessions to keep the peace (or at least keep dinner on the table). I fully expect wives to flood the airwaves with counterpoints, and honestly, I’m already bending over to take it.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Humor
Howling For Divorce Part 2-Love, Laughter, and Lycanthropy
He bursts through the door, a lopsided grin plastered on his face, cheeks flushed like he’s just run a marathon in Antarctica. Or maybe it’s from spending all afternoon in the garage. He’d been loud earlier — way too loud, considering my ongoing peace negotiations with the sofa. His green eyes flash, his teeth gleam, and his curls? A greasy, chaotic mess that screams, “I tried fixing a car but ended up fixing myself into a grease trap.”
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Humor
Howling for Divorce
He bursts through the door, grinning like a kid who just got away with eating the last cookie. His cheeks are flushed pink — maybe from the cold, maybe from spending hours in the garage trying to conquer the kingdom of broken carburetors. His hair is a greasy disaster, curls rebelliously flopping onto his forehead, like they too had given up halfway through the day.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Humor
Krampusnacht: The Crimson Blessing
The village of Dunewald, forgotten by time and buried beneath an eternal blanket of snow, had no place for warmth. It was a place where the sun barely broke through the thick mist, casting everything in a pale, ghostly hue. The people of Dunewald knew little of joy, but they knew of fear—fear that stirred in the cold wind that howled down the mountain passes. It was on Christmas Eve, under the chilling weight of a century-old curse, that they would remember the true meaning of terror.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Horror
Blitz and Steel: A Rivalry Turned Playbook for Love
In the football-obsessed town of Midfield, the rivalry between St. Ignatius High and Franklin Prep was legendary—so legendary that even the cows in the local dairy farm reportedly mooed in different tones depending on who won. And right at the heart of this fiery feud were two figures: Coach Billy “Blitzkrieg” Thompson of St. Ignatius and Coach Ray “The Wall” Johnson of Franklin Prep.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Humor
The Unseen
It started with Caleb. One second, he was standing in front of the bonfire, poking at the flames with a stick and telling one of his ridiculous jokes. The next, he was gone. Not in the "wandered off to pee in the woods" kind of way. Gone. The space he occupied felt… wrong, like the air where he had been was thicker somehow.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Horror
The Vanishing Thread
It started as an oddity—so small you almost dismissed it. Your belt, perfectly snug just days ago, slid a notch tighter. Shoes that once fit like a second skin flopped around your heels. Maybe it was stress. Maybe you’d skipped too many meals.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Fiction
