The idea of Wayward Pines was always more important to him than the people who called that town home, and I’m sorry to say, it was more important than any of you.
The Many-Worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics posits that all possible realities exist. That everything which has a probability of happening is happening. Everything that might have occurred in...
That’s a bunch of garbage. All you need is a camera and film, because if you can’t walk into a room and feel it in your bones, you’re in the wrong business, wasting your time.
Sure, I flip people off in traffic on occasion, but that’s just Chicago.
She shut the door, slid the seat forward, and slipped the same key that had opened the door into the ignition. If this were a movie, the car wouldn’t start, she thought. The engine roared to life.
She said, Jerrod’s dead, and Scott’s hurt bad. Wood creaked in a structure across the street. Listen, Lawrence said, there’s a house up that slope, with a bay window in front. I want you to go there,...
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...
Quinn froze when he saw Emmett, brought his hand to his mouth, whispered, Oh God. June, is it? I’m so sorry. Is there anything— No, there isn’t. I just need to be alone with him. Abigail touched her a...
No wallet. No money clip. No ID. No keys. No phone. Just a small Swiss Army knife in one of the inner pockets.
My reality—more and more every day—is this world. Where I have nothing. Where I’m a homeless, filthy creature whose existence evokes only compassion, pity, and disgust. Nearby, another homeless man is...
Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Julian Cannonball Adderley, Paul Chambers, Bill Evans, and Jimmy Cobb playing All Blues, a moody, blues form piece in 6/8, off the 1959 album Kind of Blue.
Marvels at her love for him. Her loyalty. So far beyond anything he deserves, it only intensifies the shame.
Look, I say, I’ve tried to explain to you how the box works, but forget all that for a minute. Here’s the thing. The box isn’t all that different from life. If you go in with fear, fear is what you’ll...
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. I wonder: If I don’t fight hard enough...
Letty sat on a velvet couch, propped up with pillows. Rich royal-purple drapes everywhere she looked. Ivy walls. Candlelight. She had the best lamb she’d ever tasted. Must’ve been fed gold flakes and...
I’ve seen so many versions of you. With me. Without me. Artist. Teacher. Graphic designer. But it’s all, in the end, just life. We see it macro, like one big story, but when you’re in it, it’s all jus...
I’m a special agent with the United States Secret Service. You mean those guys who guard the president? That’s only one of our duties.
It’s twenty-seven miles back to Silverton, and the pack train has been on the trail since before first light. The burros need rest. Having driven mules the last sixteen hours, he needs it, too, though...
It’s one thing to be lost in a world that’s not your own. Another thing entirely to know you’ve been replaced in yours.
In five minutes, this little thing had come into my life and stared into my eyes and turned me into a different woman. What had I feared? The loss of identity? My time? How stupid and selfish, because...