He came to lying on his back with sunlight pouring down into his face and the murmur of running water close by. There was a brilliant ache in his optic nerve, and a steady, painless throbbing at the b...
You want to leave. Huh. Keep in mind everything I just said, and now consider that you're the only person who's successfully flown that thing. You're in possession of critical knowledge that we've spe...
Life is too hard and too short not to be with the one you love. So choose me.
It’s funny. I don’t remember forgetting
What a strange thing to consider imagining a world into being with nothing but words, intention, and desire.
Thudding racket of the rock crushers pulverizing ore. The sound of the stamps in operation is the sound of money being made, and only two things will stop them—Christmas and tragedy.
We’re a part of something here, Mr. Burke. Something that matters. All of us. Here’s the thing, Marcus, and I don’t want you to ever forget it. Nobody fucking asked me or anyone in that valley if we w...
She stopped at the foot of the trio of beach chairs and smiled down at Richter and his men. Richter was in the middle. The one on the left was a hairy beast of a man with the fat-over-muscle build of...
It was the fakeness that killed her.
They didn’t live anymore in a world where life was to be colorful and celebrated. Life had become something you clung to, that you bit down hard on against the pain, like the rubber block in a session...
He reached in, grabbed a bag of carrots and a small loaf of bread, crammed them down into the side pockets of his jeans.
He reaches into his greatcoat, pulls out a tin of Star Navy.
Was a brilliant ache in his optic nerve, and a steady, painless throbbing at the base of his skull—the distant thunder of an approaching migraine. He rolled onto his side and pushed up into a sitting...
I make a phone call, and you spend the rest of your life in prison, possibly death row.
He stopped listening an hour ago, when he discovered he could tune out completely as long as he interjected an I hadn’t thought of it that way or Hmm, interesting every five minutes or so.
If memory is unreliable, if the past and the present can simply change without warning, then fact and truth will cease to exist. How do we live in a world like that?
What a miracle it is to have people to come home to every day.To be loved.To be expected.I thought I appreciated every moment, but sitting here in the cold, I know I took it all for granted. And how c...
What a miracle it is to have people to come home to every day.To be loved.To be expected.
Throw a ball with a person in whose eyes you can do no wrong. He doesn’t see your failings yet. He looks at you with pure love and it won’t last, so you revel in it while it’s here.
Held it up to the peephole, Theresa felt something break inside her. It was a photo of Ethan lying on a steel operating table, naked under clinical blue light.
Showing 121 to 140 of 559 results