“You are one of 100 boys in a race. You must walk at or over 4 mph, or you are killed by gunshot after 2 warnings. The race ends when one boy is left.”
“It was a very cold night so I went and checked on him, thinking he was homeless. Nope—dead body!”
The old hum of power suddenly stopped and they were only left with the slow rumble of the waves. Olivia threw the sheet off of her head and in the beam of her flashlight; Sasha could see her anxious face.
The following morning, the girl reported being tickled by a little boy during the night.
You create your own luck. I’d never thought of it in precisely those terms before, yet I liked the sound of it. I knew it to be true.
Kyle: Spits on your vagina. Is offended when you offer lube.
Recalling a dozen or so instances wherein the “most accountable” newsmen in the world lied like rugs.
“Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it’s about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. It’s about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Writing is magic”
SEARCHERS AFTER HORROR HAUNT STRANGE, FAR PLACES
“It is a good thing we only bleed on the inside, or this would be a gory, blood-smeared Earth.” – Go Ask Alice