2168 0 0
|
At night, on these New England roads, there is no light, no pink sodium-vapor glow, no guideposts.
|
2168119
|
strumming on the pipe/blowing on the lute's body/drumming on the horn.
|
216801
|
“I heard your dad took out the Dairy Queen drive-thru,” said Pat.
|
216855
|
It seems the people of this house were a happy family – The smiling faces, the children’s enthusiasm tells me as much. I wonder what happened to them.
|
216733
|
salmon
maple syrup
horseradish
smoke detector
the list read, scrawled in purple marker on the refrigerator door.
|
216721
|
“Your brain, your brain tries to make sense of things like this, specially life-threatening weird shit, so in my mind the grass was on fire and driving out swarms of invisible bees that were stinging us to death. Invisible killer bees. You don’t shoot be
|
216732
|
This is what my summer has come to: me, out of a job, aimlessly driving around the city looking for places to write, places to read, places to occupy my time.
|
216796
|
He was the kind of man that I would rather have declawed than date, and then leave him on a gurney, helpless and anaesthetized. Cliff Eames had made me feel that way since we were teenagers. He would never be helpless. …
|
216710
|
Azure became silent. She never thought of her death before, nor thought about actually fighting creatures and saving people’s lives.
|
216782
|
Later that night, he lay his shivering children in his own bed, the bed that betrayed and abandoned him just a few years ago. It will protect them now.
|
216674
|
|
216695
|
I found my black dot nucleus. School got me in the 10th year with the numbers spilling outta my head, but now I got the cell on my mind. Everybody's floating around this joint all pink and green college clean, yellow face Japanese, or the jet-headed Greeks with their…
|
21661716
|
"Why so ornery?" she asked.
|
216632
|
'Yer a cool, cool glass of water baby....'
|
216600
|
Momo told me not to mind her, but I did. At night, after he'd tucked me in, I could hear him on the phone in the living room, talking for a long time. Early this morning he woke me up and gave me my backpack. ‘Put some clothes in here', he said. ‘We're going on a trip.'
|
2165144
|
"What I need to wear the ring for," I said to myself, "I already got his last name..."
|
216511
|
“They picked me up in their spaceship about noon,” Austin Grantham says to me while pulling up an apple crate to use as a stool.
|
216534
|
I’m going to stop there, before the darkness sets in.
|
216500
|
But there, up the street, just coming into the corner of the window, someone was in the middle of the road. Walking literally down the middle, dragging one leg like it was heavy or broken, carving a fat line next to the skinny one the good one made.
|
216511
|
A 1960’s of walking sugar beet fields to remove the rogue bolters by hand and on other days painting the ironwork of cattle sheds with red oxide. Then a 1970’s when the self-inking explosion of tattoos on his hands and then his body began.
|
216595
|
. . . the greater length of the so-called “Montebaldi Corridor” can still be walked without the least exposure to direct sunlight as long as the traveler is not active from 9 am to 3 pm local time.
|
216400
|
Now coins used for wishing are not like coins used to purchase bread or carrots. Coins that have been invested with the magic of hopes and desires are special and have special properties. The difference between wishing coins and ordinary coins is very subtle.
|
216421
|
My dear Papa: I don't care to join you on holiday. Last summer when I came you and Frau Himmelfarb played "Wildlife Management" so late into the night that I got no rest.
|
216400
|
The corpse lay silently in his open casket. Dressed in the finest silken suit. Italian. Rubber skin pulled over his bones. Arms folded in eternal prayer.
|
216433
|
"Dad, I already told you about your wife. She’s not coming."
|
21642413
|
You hear the thrum of blowflies first...
|
2163911
|
The understanding we made was neatly wrapped up in its own blue tissue cocoon like a neatly rolled joint and dumped unceremoniously into the forgotten past like a plate of leftover digitized lies. The lid was slammed shut. Time passes too tightly. And you …
|
216362
|
It’ll die in there and the stairwell’ll stink for weeks, Greg says in the car. We’re quiet, considering that.
|
216396
|
Okay, no freaking out. I mean, this isn't a suicide note. This is suicide fiction.
|
216366
|
I hope you'll have the time to read this before your attention wanders.
|
