I was feeling very emotional the other day. I didn't know how to cope with my powerful feelings, so I decided to eat some food. I ate a lot of food.

I started off by eating a few pieces of chocolate cake. Chocolate is always a good way to deal with emotions, right? Wrong. It only made me feel worse. I felt like I was drowning in a vat of chocolate syrup.

Next, I ate a few slices of pizza. That didn't help either. In fact, it made me feel even more emotional! The pizza sauce was like acid burning my throat and the cheese was like rubbery handcuffs tying me down.

I needed something that would make me feel better fast. So, I ate an entire tub of ice cream. And you know what? It worked! The cold, creamy ice cream soothed my soul and calmed my mind. Emotional eating can be really helpful sometimes, don't you think?

Tom was sitting at the coffee shop, nursing a cup of coffee and feeling sorry for himself. It was a dreary day outside, and he had just been laid off from his job. He was debating whether to order another cup of coffee or call it a day when Jill walked in.

Jill was an attractive woman, and Tom couldn't help but stare at her as she walked by. She caught him looking and smiled, and Tom suddenly felt like a schoolboy. He blushed and looked away, only to catch her looking at him again out of the corner of his eye.

Tom tried to focus on his coffee, but he found that he couldn't concentrate with Jill sitting nearby. He kept stealing glances at her, admiring her curves and beauty. Suddenly, she got up to leave and Tom's heart sank. He thought he'd never see her again.

But then she came back over to his table carrying two cups of coffee. "I didn't want you to leave without saying goodbye," she said with a smile. Tom was elated – he could have talked to her all day! They talked about their lives and shared some laughs before finally parting ways. But Tom knew that he would be seeing Jill again soon…

The man had always been fascinated by spiders. He loved the way they moved, their eight legs clicking on the floor as they scurried around. And he loved even more the way they killed their prey. There was something about watching them wrap their long, spindly legs around a helpless victim's body, suffocating them until they were nothing but a lifeless husk, that made his blood run cold with excitement.

So when he discovered a giant spider living in the basement of his house, he knew he had to keep it. The spider was huge, its body as big as a dinner plate. And it was ravenous, always hungering for fresh meat. The man quickly realized that the best way to keep the spider well-fed was to feed it people.

At first, he would bring home homeless people off the streets, offering them a warm meal and a place to sleep for the night. But then he started to grow bolder, bringing prostitutes back to his basement to be fed to the spider. The more victims the spider devoured, the more it grew, until it was as big as a bed. The man had never been happier. He had finally found what he thought was the perfect pet.

One night, after the spider had devoured yet another hapless victim, the man went downstairs to check on it. But as he approached the spider's den, he heard a strange noise coming from inside. It sounded like a digging noise.

He slowly opened the door to the den, and what he saw inside made his blood run cold. The spider had bored a hole under the house. He ran outside to find the end of the tunnel. The spider had escaped!

The man knew then that he had created a monster. A monster that was now beyond his control. And he knew that it was only a matter of time before the spider came for him too.

The rescuers found the chimney sticking out of the snow. When they finally broke through the ceiling, they were met with a gruesome sight. Blood and body parts were strewn about the cabin, and a man was huddled in a corner.

The man told them what happened. Three friends had been stranded at the cabin during a blizzard, and gradually their supplies ran out. Desperate and starving, they turned on each other. He was the last to survive. Eventually he ran out of food too. In his last days, he'd been reduced to eating human flesh to survive.

The man had always been fascinated by spiders. He loved their intricate webs and their creepy, crawly ways. So when he discovered a giant spider living in his basement, he was over the moon.

The spider's appetite was voracious, and it soon became clear that it preferred human flesh to anything else. The man began kidnapping prostitutes and feeding them to the spider. It was the perfect solution - he got to satisfy his dark desires, and the spider got to feast on human flesh.

Flying through space is a lot like being on a long car ride. You sit in a chair for a long time, staring out the window. Instead of feeling the warmth of the sun, you're feeling the burr of cold space. But it's still an amazing journey! Welcome to your trip to Mercury!

When exploring Mercury, you might see sand dunes on the surface. These sand dunes are created by the wind. The wind on Mercury is caused by the planet's rotation. As the planet rotates, the sand is blown around and creates dunes that might resemble a wave.

On your trip, you're sure to see a blanket of stars.The sky of Mercury is definitely not the periwinkle blue color you're accustomed to on Earth.

When you finally reach your destination, you might want to put on some sunscreen. The sun is much closer to Mercury than it is to Earth. This means that the sun's rays are much more intense. You might also want to wear shades to protect your eyes from the bright sunlight.

Even though space is cold and there is no air, it still makes for an interesting trip. And with a little planning, you can have a great time on your space flight.

Dearest Deirdre,

When it comes right down to it, people are no better than the animals that surround us. The coyotes, the bears, the dogs, the cats, you name it, we are no better than the creatures we put in cages and keep as pets. You see, society is always walking a fine line, a fine line that we call civilization. It’s easy to push us off that tightrope we call culture and manners. Throw in a little pandemic here, a war scare there, and there we go, tumbling into the abyss. It becomes every man for himself.

Gone are the polite ways of society. Gone is the idea of helping your fellow man. Because when the chips are down baby, nobody cares about anybody but themselves.That’s why I became disillusioned a few days ago and have been wondering the streets ever since.

I’ve watched people in overcrowded supermarkets grab the last five rolls toilet paper. I’ve seen them take carts full of bread and tissue, having little regard for their fellow man. I tell you Deirdre, we are in this life for ourselves. So that is why, my sweet wife, that I took the bottle of prescription sleeping pills before I left. I figured it would be the easiest and most painless way to end it. With a bottle of water in one hand and the pills in the other, I’m going to end my life.

I’m not going to end it because I hate my life but because I’ve seen who the human race really is. Civilized society is just an act. Oh, we pretend to be civilized. We put on the mask every day. But you know what? When our current predicament is over and we go back to being “civilized,” things won’t be the same. That is why I’ve chosen to end it, right here on the streets. So in the famous words of Edward R. Murrow, “Good night and good luck.”

With all my love,

Stephen

“...the scalper has struck again, this time, on the corner of 8th and 9th streets. The victim was a 28 year old woman. She was found by the local recycling agency in a recycle bin. She was reported to be found in the same manner as the other victims, with her scalp missing. Her throat had been slit...”

He heard the news as he walked by an open air cafe whose tv was a bit too loud. Most of the patrons ignored the news and continued chatting away and drinking their coffee. He stopped and listened for a moment. He shook his head and thought, “this world is getting worse. Anything will make the news these days.”

Under his arm he carried a package, wrapped in Christmas paper. He strolled down the street, whistling his favorite tune. He was on the way to his yearly meeting with his friend. Since they both had the same hobby, they tended to bump into each other during the year. The two men always met formally near Christmas to exchange gifts. He walked proudly. Strolling along, not in any hurry.

Not far away was his friend. He was on his was to their meeting place. This time, they arranged to meet at a corner deli, which has outside seating—perfect. He was looking forward to seeing his friend. Each year they met at a different place than before. The idea was to keep the authorities from staking out their meeting place. They didn’t eat anything at these get-together’s. Generally, they might shared a club soda or ginger ale together, talk for a few minutes and exchange gifts. They hadn’t known each other long, just a few years. But they got along great. After all, they had so much in common.

They arrived at the deli at the same time, each man acknowledged the other with a wave of the hand. Instead of shaking hands, they fist-bumped for each was a germafobe.

“I’ve only got a few minutes to kill,” Tom said.

“Me too, I’ve got plans also,” Bill replied.

They walked around the corner where the street lamps failed to reach. They each presented the gift they brought for the other. Each man opened his present at the same time as the other. Both smiled at their gifts.

“Hands this year. Nice change from the feet you gave me last year,” Tom said.

“You’re welcome. Thanks for the scalps,” Bill replied. “See you next year?”

Both men fist-bumped the other, turned and walked down opposite sides of the street, fading into the dark.

The serial killers were still on the loose.