“Because he said that if he didn’t want to be here, he wouldn’t be here, you now think about that when he is not here.” They say, anyway,
By Delphine Bedient"Two days later the Philistines enter the city. Saul is at home looking at his oatmeal and white toast when Chief shows up at the door."
By Pete Segall"Gunpowder clings to me like perfume... Did I shoot this man? No holes in him but mine."
By Drew Pham"Jeanette went home and called Social Services, who said there was nothing they could do about it because eccentric behavior was not enough grounds for an evaluation."
By Marléne Zadig"You can imagine the look on the poor lawyer’s face who first worked on this with us. Bless you, Jason. You deserved every penny."
By Meg Charlton"I would like my pictures to look as if a human being had passed between them, like a snail, leaving a trail of the human presence, memory trace
By Tsipi Keller"She stood up and left me there, covered in my own gore and staring at what I once considered a very vital piece of human anatomy floating in
By Corey Skatula"It was the summer of 1937, in the August of my thirteenth year, and two months before I would, because of what happened that day, leave home forever."
By Jay Neugeboren“Look. When it gets bad for me, I want you to do me just like you did that dog.”
By Woody Evans"She wasn’t one for icebreakers. I didn’t argue because she’d be dead soon besides."
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