Summer Days

Hello There,

I’ve been enjoying my summer so far. I’ve even made it outside a few times without ruining my pale glow.

Here’s some more story for you.

With Screams and Axes,




That night they slept on opposing sides of the bed, backs turned, each wondering about the foot, about the other, and what they might have done to receive such a thing in the mail. Both forgot, however, that the package had been addressed to both of them.

Yesterday, Joe and Kerri had moved in together. They had only been casually dating for a few months, but when Joe had asked Kerri if she wanted to live with him in a cute little house he had found to rent, she had said yes. All of her relationships before had been fast and numerous, with most fizzling out almost as soon as they started. Kerri never blamed herself for this, rather assuming that if the man lost interest then he just hadn’t been the one. No one had ever stayed with her long enough to ask her to move in.

On Sunday morning, they awoke to another package waiting on their doorstep. It was a hand. The fingers were thin but very long, and the nails were filed to sharp points and painted the same hot pink color that the toenails were. Another call to the police resulted in Kerri hyperventilating while Joe tried to calm her, reassuring her that the police promised they’d be sending someone when they could. Joe put the hand in the freezer with the foot.

Joe asking Kerri to move in with him had been a calculated move. He had looked at rental houses for weeks before he found one that he thought she wouldn’t be able to say no to. He had planned the moment he would ask down to the second. He brought it up after a romantic dinner, two glasses of wine, a story that made her laugh, and a confession of how much he cared for her.

Joe had become tired of feeling alone all the time. His apartment had been too big and blank. No matter how many times he stayed out into the early morning hours with his friends or how many dates he went on, coming home to that big, empty place made him feel isolated. When midnight came there, he was just a man trapped in a white room alone with guilt, dread, and anxiety. There was too much to think about, too many memories to attack him, so many regrets and what-ifs. He didn’t like the quiet, he didn’t like the white walls, he didn’t like that there wasn’t anyone else there to hear him or to call out to. It scared him and made him feel out of control. After dating Kerri for a few months, he decided that she would be the one to make him forget about it all.

On Monday morning, they received two legs in a long rectangular box tied with pink ribbon. For a brief moment, before the box was opened, Kerri thought there might be long-stemmed roses inside. Kerri suggested that they stay home from work, but Joe didn’t see the point. That night they tried to stay awake in the living room with their eyes on the window to see if they could catch who was delivering the packages. Both fell asleep before dawn.

Pieces Of You


It’s been a long time. So much has happened. I’ve gotten married, I’ve moved to a different state, and I’ve turned 30.

So here’s the beginning of a story…

With Screams and Axes,




By Mae MacCallum

On Saturday, when Joe and Kerri woke up on the first morning in their new house, they found a package waiting by the front door. Joe brought the box in and set it on the kitchen table, announcing: “First mail in the new place!” He examined the box that was addressed to both of them. “What’s this? Did you order something?”

“No, I didn’t,” Kerri said, looking at the box. “No return address, see?” She pointed to an empty corner of the cardboard.

“I guess we’ll just have to open it,” Joe said.

Getting a knife from the kitchen, Joe grasped it carefully as he slowly sliced through the packing tape. Kerri gasped and covered her mouth when Joe opened the flaps of the box, revealing a severed human foot. They both stared at it for a moment, completely in shock. Kerri was the first to be able to speak.

“Is that real?” She asked. Joe bent his face down to get a closer look at it.

“Looks real,” he said, covering his nose. “It smells real too.”

“Oh my God, who would send this?” Kerri asked, starting to breathe quickly, a whiny wheezing sound. Joe took her by the shoulders.

“Hey, calm down. It’s going to be okay,” he said, holding her close. “I’ll call the police and we’ll see what they say, alright?”

She nodded and tried to calm herself.

“Hello, my name is Joe and I need to make a report I guess.” Kerri watched him intently while he paced around the kitchen table. “Well, this morning I got a package in the mail, and when I opened it I found a human foot inside.” Kerri could hear a slight rattle in Joe’s voice. “No, I’m pretty sure it’s a real human body part.” She wondered how often the police received calls like this. “No, I don’t know why someone would send it to me.” Joe sighed heavily and started rubbing the side of his temple. “When someone’s available? When will an officer be available? Can you give me a time estimate?” Another sigh. She could hear the pitch in his voice getting higher. She’d never heard his voice sound like that before. “Okay, what should I do with it in the meantime?” Joe picked up a pen from the jar of them on the counter but didn’t write anything down. “Alright, thank you,” he said, hanging up the phone.

“What did the police say?” Kerri asked.

“Not a whole lot,” he sighed. “They’ll send someone when they can, but they warned me this isn’t a top priority. We’ll have to wait.”

“Wait? For how long?” Kerri asked.

“I don’t know, he didn’t say,” Joe said, putting his face in his hands. “The best thing to do is just keep it in the freezer for now.”

“I’m not keeping that thing in my freezer!” Kerri shouted.

“Well, where would you like me to put it?” Joe matched her tone.

Kerri took one last look at the foot as Joe folded the cardboard flaps and closed the box, carrying it to the freezer in the garage. This time, she noticed that the foot was rather small and delicate and that the toenails were painted hot pink.