People leave. They die. Their dwellings crumble. That’s the storyline, the only plot there will ever be.
May a pack of blessings light upon thy back.’ Ah, Shakespeare. Lovely.
Like the first day of any new thing, it has been a long one, and he’s glad to see it end.
Like standing on a beach as the tide sucks the sand beneath my feet back out to sea, I can feel my native world, and the reality that supports it, pulling away.
Letty had barely touched her food. Javier stared down at her through a pair of aviator sunglasses. You forgot something, she said. What’s that? My name. Who will they be expecting? Selena Kitt. S-E-L-...
Let my affection for my boys carry me on.
Jesus, the stink is making my eyes water. Harry said. It smells like some fat guys with BO ate bad cheese and took a group shit on a rotting corpse.
I’m giving you a choice, Ethan. They know nothing about the world outside of Pines. But you do. Say the word, and I’ll leave you here in this field with your family. There’s a duffel bag packed with f...
It will occur to him months from now that if this had been a movie, he wouldn’t have done it. Wouldn’t have sunk to the level of this monster. But the ugly truth is it never even crosses Ethan’s mind...
It was the continuance of things that crushed her already broken heart. The gears of the world turning on while she lived with his absence like a black tumor in her chest, the grief so potent she coul...
It was odorless, but on the tongue the overwhelming note was burn, followed by a strong citrus pucker, and a finish that was mercifully short, like the flavor had just fallen off a cliff.
It was easier to accept what could not be changed than to risk everything and seek out the unknown.
I know everything feels hopeless to you in this moment, but this is just a moment, and moments pass.
I don’t want to spend the rest of my life wandering down this never-ending tunnel. I won’t let that happen. How? I don’t know yet. But you’re working on it? Yes. I’m working on it. And we’re not lost....
I don’t know what you want anymore. You murdered an entire town. Your own daughter. Years ago, your wife. Where does it end? Where’s the line? There is no line.
His experience, there was darkness everywhere human beings gathered.
He watched its heart beating. He watched it blinking. You are one ugly motherfucker.
He dismounts his albino steed, the horse’s pinked nostrils flaring, dirty mane matted with ice.
Can I just say what we’re all thinking? This is fucking weird.
Better to start off with the glad hand than a middle finger.