The sting and the shame of all he’s put her through are still raw. He can’t say for certain, but he suspects that if she’d done the same to him, he’d already be gone.
There are no rights anymore. No laws. Just force and fear.
There are similarities between you and Van Gogh, Letisha. Both fiery redheads, with a nasty predilection for self-injury. Suffering from what the psychoanalysts would best describe as ‘daddy issues.’...
They had crossed the plains and made homes in these savage mountains and borne their myriad afflictions not because they were brave pioneers pursuing a dream. They had come for no other reason but tha...
This had been her routine going on three years now, and she thought it had been wise not to break it tonight. When your world falls apart, cling to the familiar.
This is Daniela with an energy like the first time we met fifteen years ago, before years of life - the normalcy, the elation, the depression, the compromise - transformed her into the woman who now s...
We perceive our environment in three dimensions, but we don’t actually live in a 3-D world. 3-D is static. A snapshot. We have to add a fourth dimension to begin to describe the nature of our existenc...
We see it macro, like one big story, but when you’re in it, it’s all just day-to-day, right? And isn’t that what you have to make your peace with? Out
What if our worldline is just one of an infinite number of worldlines, some only slightly altered from the life we know, others drastically different? The Many-Worlds interpretation of quantum mechani...
What it comes down to for me is that I’d rather us make bad decisions as a group, than to live in the absence of freedom.
When your world falls apart, cling to the familiar.
When you’re a scientist, your late twenties are so critical. If you don’t publish something big by thirty, they put you out to pasture.
Which is all to say maybe it’s just being alive at a baseball game on a fall day in the heart of her city.
Will I keep fighting to be the man I think I am? Or will I disown him and everything he loves, and step into the skin of the person this world would like for me to be?
Wish we lived in a world where actions were measured by the intentions behind them. But the truth is, they’re measured by their consequences.
You ungrateful fucks! You’d all have died two thousand years ago if it wasn’t for me. I created a paradise for you. Heaven on earth. I’m your God! And you have the audacity to kick God out of heaven!...
Adrenaline-fueled nightmare, which moved so fast I had to hold onto the book with both hands. But underneath all that intensity beat the heart of a damn fine writer. Someone who could turn a phrase, s...
Felt the world reorienting itself around this new knowledge.
Midmorning. The sky steel blue and not a cloud in sight. His perch was atop a thirty-foot guard tower that had been built on the rocky pinnacle of a mountain, far above the timberline. From the open p...
Pausing as the first radials of sunlight struck its translucent skin. Its progression down through the boulder field had been slow and careful, stopping occasionally to sniff the remains of others lik...
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