“You've got to be kidding me. A robot?”, said Marge as she rotated in the chair at her desk. She removed the leaf of paper from the typewriter and set in down on the desk. She looked up at Parkins who was leaning against the wall nursing a cold cup of…

i ask you what i taste like and you say "not much."

Joseph and his little brother, Kevin, were there again. Kevin was too small to understand what had happened yet. He would usually just go off, running around the statues and playing with the wreaths; the last time they'd visited he climbed a tree and broke one of the…

From this fundamental simplicity,/ houses, cities, regions./ A nebula stretches across the grid.

. . . the roar of fire speaks lasting heat . . . .

lucy had simply taken a kitchen knife and removed the outer layer, the layer of things people notice

-Someone could have boosted this easy as pie, Ben said to himself.

"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”

There’s a room Full of white And it smells Like bleach and Iron

The retina was burning, the liquid had dried up, and the veins bursting. My eyes bled. But I kept them open. The sound was like nails on glass, screeching endlessly. Coming close to me louder, harder, faster.

. . . I wanted to put Tiffany out of her misery and mine and shove her in front of the next large vehicle hurtling down the drive-through lane . . . .

I even listen to the Ugly Kid Joe version. I fall asleep perplexed and disheartened.

I watched as you tried to fit yourself quite awkwardly into the small chair. Your eyes fluttered curiously around my house, and I smiled to myself. Your vision landed on my smile, and your face wore an expression of puzzlement."What are you smiling at?" you asked, your…

He adopts a stance known as Part the Wild Horse’s Mane but calls it a different name--the Part the Hair of the Skanky Barmaid for a Bleachjob position.

The redwood trees were taller than dreams