It pinged off her forehead; she gasped and started shrieking in pain. Betty always made more of a situation than was necessary.
I found it in the trash and I think I made the worst mistake of my life.
What if instead of merely highlighting the horrors of the world, our authors helped us navigate away from them?
Be careful of where you go on the internet.
I was a young female who wrote magical realism, and he was expecting pink powdery puffs of sentences, of lightness, of beauty.
You’re going to have to sit down for this.
The killer had struck again.
“Now listen. Remember what I told you when we first decided to get married—that I would never, ever let you leave me? Well, I’m keeping true to my promise.”
“It’s 15 milligrams. Adderall. We call this the body of Christ. The blood is alcohol.”
His plate is wiped clean — he devoured the golden brown fries, only leaving tiny puddles of ketchup behind.