709 28 20
|
I was always too political, you said, with my Malcolm X posters and my DC rallies...
|
32983
|
Snow was melting in buckets and rivulets carried water over winter-beaten brick, concrete, and asphalt. Walking down the glistening sidewalk with his girl next to him, Alex felt as if he had emerged into a world flushed by some momentous change: a victory
|
32053
|
A tremor ran through her and then a fizz, like circuits misfiring in her brain: Zssst. Pop. Crack. Things flashed in blue and red and yellow on the inside of her eyelids, but when she opened her eyes, Alex's bedroom was still dark
|
31844
|
Mo comforted himself with the thought he was dead—that he had actually died last night and everything since Min went to get him a Fanta was some kind of “Occurrence at Owl Creek” thing:
|
31133
|
Mom was standing under the small archway between the kitchen and the living room, holding a mug of coffee in her hand. Since the chemo, her skin seemed to have evaporated, the blue and green of her veins were vivid through the cellophane of her skin.
|
35743
|
"You seem like a very nice avocado, but I really don’t think I am supposed to mate with you.”
|
31152
|
His fantasies had been failing for months now, and tonight the stench of booze was too strong. It brought him back down to the world of cocktails and cockroaches, of floss and Rolaids, of Prozac, athlete’s foot, and bright orange cheese. He had no powers
|
23522
|
The phoenix doesn’t rise from its ashes because it wants to, or because it is worthy or better, it rises because that’s its nature.
|
31133
|
He placed himself in his semi lotus position, and his mind leapt and crackled violently like the split electrical wires do in movies about earthquakes.
|
13081910
|
Or at least that is the way Dad explained it one night after finishing the Emergency Vodka he hid behind the ice trays on his last night in the old apartment in Providence.
|
492126
|
She felt like every cell in her body was vomiting, like everyone in the coffee shop was talking about what a failure she had become, like her lungs were filled with charcoal dust and blood.
|
455114
|
“Rhino-mounted Bantu shock troops,” Morowitz said aloud, alone in his apartment.
|
35063
|
“Now, touch the tree from here.” Alex looked at him, puzzled. Dad just motioned his eyes back to the tree, extended his own hand out into the air, and slowly moved his palm down, as if he was petting it.
|
33133
|
And, despite Min’s best efforts, they talked about Dad. Ruthie cried. Min wouldn’t. It was his fucking decision. But listening a few minutes longer to her sister, whose voice wobbled with the panic and despair of the discarded, she found herself crying fo
|
38942
|
"Isn’t a world where we are made up of mostly empty space and magnetic fields and that time and space warps around us magical enough?"
|
33655
|
God had always spoken in whispers before: a chilly breeze, a tingling in his pinky, queasiness or sudden elation, an ice cream headache. But this was something different: a bellow, a roar, a rumble.
|
33042
|
She leaps up, batting catlike at the phosphorescent green streamers that hang from the ceiling like downward-growing glowing grass. Mo gapes up at the streamers, and he mouths the words “Oh my God.”
|
28632
|
If you haven't been reading my novel, X, this is a GREAT chapter to start.
|
28232
|
No, not forgiveness. Forgiveness just seemed irrelevant.
|
28222
|
"My dad said the universe was God trying to kill himself….” he said.
|
23322
|
|
40832
|
Ben’s fiction is as energetic as that wild green nerve that you first discover when you venture away from the safety of your parents for the first time.
|
622102
|
I got hooked on the many virtues of serial writing. Because each chapter is fairly self-contained and readers can join in whenever they chose, it allowed me to develop my characters slowly, quietly, and methodically, over a long period of time and to enjo
|
30232
|
Now, eons later whenever we see a plastic bag, which looks so like our ancient aquatic ally, we still have that vestigial impulse to squish our head into it.
|
33795
|
“If I was really going to do it, though, I’d be thorough. A hand grenade right up the old butt hole.”
|
36263
|
Lock the door. I’m serious. People just barge in. You think they knock? That’s cute... Seriously, lock it.
|
29464
|
Bell looked away from Jackie. Daniel was now lying totally zooted in Glory's lap. She quietly signed to them “I'm sorry” one last time.
|
27842
|
Forty-five minutes ago Gennady had been flying through the air, too, and not in any figurative sense.
|
29154
|
She silently brought her awareness into her feet to stay grounded in her body in case of the worst and pushed through the door. Vostok’s was blessedly Liam-less.
|
23411
|
X-Rated Shrunken Head My first impression of the Amazon jungle was, I didn't like it. The impression was confirmed when the lawyer said we were lost. All his jungle talk and safari clothes and GPS gadgets couldn't get us out of there. He said we should bang on a…
|
