I wash with the can of water I set aside the night before, and eat whatever I put next to it. The washing is not strictly necessary but, again, I have always found it a good way to greet the day. You...
Your story can change. Overnight.
I said this was his story. I didn’t say I believed it. I don’t. You shouldn’t either. That would be best.
In the beginning was the word. So what do you do when the words won’t come? When you don’t know what happens next? You just keep typing.
Is she dead?" called Zenda.Sort of," I shouted, "And the pizza's completely fucked too.
Ignorance isn’t always bliss. Sometimes it’s just a huge pain in the arse,
If people knew that I really am what I say I am,' he said, 'you know they'd never forgive me.' 'Don't worry,' I said, 'Your lack of a secret is safe with us.
If a door isn’t there then you can’t hope to go through it, but if it’s there but always locked, then you’re trapped. Someone is keeping the door shut.
I work in my study, taking the collections of words that people send me and making small adjustments to them, changing something here and there, checking everything is in order and putting a part of m...
I was sixteen back then, and I was going to a party with my girlfriend and Earl. Earl was driving, and his new squeeze was in the passenger seat. I was in the back, holding hands with mine. That was s...
I was a circumstance, Hannah, that's all. Good or bad - and I assure you that I remain extremely and appallingly bad - there are many angels because there were once many gods, pushing, pulling, hiding...
I shut my eyes, turned away for a moment, and it came: a shiver of finality like the one when you decide, in your own mind, that you’re going to have to tell someone who loves you that you don’t want...
In the story, an old man tells his grandson that he has a fight going on inside him, and has done his whole life. Between two wolves. One is a bad wolf –a wolf consumed with anger, regret, resentment...
I realised suddenly that I was thirty-four and not making a very good job of it.
I hurtled down a path through the middle of a park, past shrubbery so refined it was probably entitled to vote.
Would be on top of me like a ton of heavy things.
I caught one last glimpse of her face, howling something at me.There were too many vowels in what she said, and they were in an unkind order. (Substitutions)
I cannot remember when I became exhausted instead of merely tired.
Humans and stories need each other.
Humans and stories need each other. We tell them, but they tell us too – reaching with soft hands and wide arms to pull us into their embrace. They do this especially when we have become mired in live...
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