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POV: You’re the Last One Eaten by a Spider in Your RV

Did you watch the movie in the afternoon or evening? It doesn’t matter. You have to go to bed eventually.

The police bushwhacked their way to us after triangulating my dad’s cell signal (it was 2008).

A small girl sits at the water’s edge, staring broodily into a sparkling blue sea. Around her is the bustle of a July beach day.

I wasn’t afraid of them in the way I was scared of the child catcher in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang or the Nazis at the end of Sound of Music.

Sure, it may start with just a high five, but then next thing you know they’re trying to communicate some sort of nonverbal joke…

by Sam Tuit | Oct 1, 2026 | 0 comments

The sporks emerged a dark red with glowing eyes, described as unnatural utensils of evil, half-spoon and half-fork.

I don’t think the American public would be cool with a zombie prison barge floating off the coast of Louisiana.

“Liar,” she said, correctly.

This was no driftwood; this was my new white whale.

I told myself I’d try to “make a go of it” in the city for a year and then see what happened.