A Creative, Yet Unnecessary Breakup Breakups are never easy, but few go to the lengths Marissa Doyle did when her relationship took a nosedive. At 21 years old, she managed to get herself arrested for what authorities have now called “one of the most unnecessarily creative breakups we’ve ever seen.” From supergluing Xbox controllers to ceilings to gluing a slice of pepperoni pizza to a freezer, Marissa’s breakup strategy is one for the books — but also for the police blotter. This article delves into the details of Marissa’s arrest…
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He couldn’t have been more than three months old the first time he appeared.
He wasn’t even 3 months old the first time he showed up, exhausted, hungry and thirsty resting under brush next to our house. When we finally coaxed him out, we also learned he was completely flea and tick ridden and without any ID. We live a bit in the countryside and it’s not unusual that hunters leave their dogs to roam, which is what we thought had happened to him, only this one maybe lost his way. DOG. PHOTO: ADOBE STOCK / EVGENIA TIPLYASHINA After playing with him for a bit,…
Read MoreA shelter employee was heading into work when they spotted him—Cow, tied up outside the building
Reunited and it feels so good… A dog that had been stolen some months ago has found his way back to his family. In a video originally posted on Louisiana SPCA’s social media sites, rescuers say that they found a dog tied to a fence just outside their shelter. Cow, the aptly named dog due to his color, was said to have been stolen from his family. His family had been actively looking for him when they heard that he had been found by the shelter. A staff member found Cow…
Read MoreI Took In My Late Best Friend’s Four Children, Believing I Knew Her Better Than Anyone. Years Later, a Stranger at My Door Proved I Was Wrong.
I adopted my late best friend’s four children — and for years, I believed I knew everything about her. I was wrong. Rachel and I had been inseparable since we were teenagers. We met on the first day of high school, bonded over a shared love of books and terrible cafeteria food, and never really let go after that. College came and went. Jobs, marriages, children followed. Through it all, Rachel remained my constant. For illustrative purposes only She was warm, gentle, endlessly patient. The kind of woman who remembered…
Read MoreJohn Wayne Crumbles When His Horse Refuses to Walk Away—And No One Sees the Truth Coming
The set went quiet. The cameras had stopped rolling and John Wayne’s horse refused to leave him. Monument Valley, Utah. September 1976. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the red dirt of a western film set that had seen a thousand sunsets just like this one. The wooden storefronts of a frontier town stood silent, their false facads catching the golden light. The crew was packing equipment. Cameras wheeled back, light stands collapsed. The familiar end of day ritual of a production wrapping for the evening. It should…
Read MoreI Was an Orphan with a Perfect GPA—Then My Dean Tried to Wipe Me Out in Front of 5,000 People. That’s When Six Harleys Tore Through the Silence.
The air in Morrison Auditorium tasted of expensive perfume and stifled anxiety. Jasmine Carter sat in row M, seat 14. The gold honor cords draped over her shoulders felt like a leaden weight. She smoothed the polyester of her gown for the hundredth time. Her palms were slick. Every heartbeat was a drum in her ears, echoing the twenty years of struggle that had led to this wooden chair. Around her, the ocean of black gowns shifted and whispered. Benjamin Carson, to her left, was tapping a frantic rhythm on…
Read MoreHe sneered, “I filed the divorce. Pack up and get out tomorrow.” What he never realized was how dangerous it is to underestimate the person quietly holding everything together.
Tyler Adams shouted from the living room, his voice echoing off marble floors and designer furniture. “Get out of my house tomorrow. I already filed for divorce. And do not pretend you are sick to get sympathy.” Vanessa Reed stood in the doorway still wearing a thin plastic hospital bracelet around her wrist. Her hands smelled of antiseptic and cold fear. She had left the clinic less than an hour earlier with test results she had not even processed yet. She had imagined a quiet shower and a cup of…
Read More“Five thousand a month—or I hand your husband your son’s DNA test and destroy your marriage,” my sister-in-law said in my kitchen. What she didn’t realize was that her trap was about to become her own punishment.
My sister-in-law showed up at my door with an envelope and a threat: pay her $5,000 a month or she’d prove to my husband that our son wasn’t his. She was so confident and smug. What she didn’t realize was that the envelope contained one tiny detail that would destroy her life, not mine. My life with Ethan is the kind of good that doesn’t make headlines. We’ve been married for six years. We have a four-year-old son named William who believes his dad can fix anything. Our house is…
Read MoreMy wealthy grandmother found me and my six-year-old daughter outside a family shelter
My name is Maya Hart, and six months ago, I was not homeless. I was a nursing assistant with a modest savings account, a car that smelled like vanilla air freshener, and a future that felt like a straight, manageable line. Then came the cliff. If you have never tried to get a six-year-old ready for school while living in a family shelter, let me summarize the experience for you. It’s like running a small, chaotic airport, except the passengers are weeping, the security line is made of shame, and…
Read MoreAt dinner, my nephew innocently exposed a lie about my car—and the room laughed. I walked out smiling. By midnight, my sister reminded me the house payment was due. She had no clue who really owned it…
Chapter 1: The Sapphire Shard The Tesla Model S Plaid was parked in Mom’s driveway, its metallic deep blue paint catching the late afternoon sun like a shard of sapphire dropped into a bowl of gravel. It looked alien against the backdrop of my mother’s sensible, beige suburban house—a spaceship docked in a cul-de-sac of minivans and aging sedans. I’d driven it to Sunday dinner without thinking much about it. I owned three cars, and this one happened to be fully charged and sitting closest to the garage door. It…
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