We all live day to day completely oblivious to the fact that we're a part of a much larger and stranger reality than we can possibly imagine.
The three most important people in her life are gone, and she will never see them again. The stark loneliness of that knowledge cuts her to the bone.She is forty-nine, and she wonders if this is what...
What she felt toward him wasn’t sadness or nostalgia or even love. It was beyond an emotion she could name. She thought of him now as light and time and energy—a being her earthbound soul could not be...
Shit. He was going to need a bigger gun. Not a problem.
They say that what you mock Will surely overtake you And you become a monster So the monster will not break you.
When Daniela drinks, three things happen: her native accent begins to bleed through, she becomes belligerently kind, and she tends toward hyperbole.
He watched its heart beating. He watched it blinking. You are one ugly motherfucker.
None of it could hold a candle to the shit-yourself-fear evoked by a charging abby.
One of those twinges of surreal nostalgia that make you acutely aware of all the living you’ve done and how the choices you’ve made have led to this moment of introspection.
Knew she didn’t need another thing for the rest of her life except to be with him. There was such a peace that accompanied that knowledge.
His experience, there was darkness everywhere human beings gathered. The way of the world. Perfection was a surface thing. The epidermis. Cut a few layers deep, you begin to see some darker shades. Cu...
She loved at light-speed. No hesitation. No regrets. No conditions. No reservations.
She has a direct link hardwired from her heart to her mouth. No filter, no self-revision. She says what she feels, without a shred of guile or cunning. She works no angles.
We live day to day completely oblivious to the fact that we’re a part of a much larger and stranger reality than we can possibly imagine.
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
She had come twenty minutes early, but he was already there. He sat in a corner booth with a view of the street and the entrance. Watching her. She forced a smile and walked unsteadily down the aisle...
Rampant speculation ignited as the country fell in love with its own fear.
Under the name Jack Kilborn. It’s called Afraid, and I think it’s one of the best pieces of horror fiction to come out in recent memory. HW: Work
Understand. Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know! Who stretched a measuring line across it? On what were its footings set, or who laid its cornerstone—while the morning stars sang together a...
Most people who claim to be psychic are delusional.
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