Young God pulls his Dream Team from a roadside culvert, spins Lucifer from cornsilk—because not having a favorite is beyond even God’s young powers.… More
I can tell by the elliptical pupils—its cat eyes. The single mother is right. This snake is a viper. … More
His right eye had suffered a devastating wound. The organ was white, almost totally without iris or pupil, and angry lines of blood snaked across its surface. It looked as if someone had tried to remove it and failed.… More
A security expert in the Middle East is challenged by a beautiful Russian urban climber.… More
Kenny was twenty-one when his son was born, and now at twenty-two, he regularly revised the last several months, envisioning himself as an author of the choose your own adventure books he read when he was younger.… More
First of all, her initials are MF and I think she’d be okay with me calling her a badass MF’er, which is what I’m trying to tell you: you need some more MF’in Melissa Faliveno in your life. Which is to say, you need to read Tomboyland. It’s required reading. I’m requiring it for you.… More
Based on true events, as much as ghosts can be true.… More
…after removing everything, he picked up a single Jordan, buried his nose inside, and inhaled the heady mix of rubber and leather. They would never be this perfect again.… More
I might be making a mistake, but at some point you have to be ready to look foolish. I watch you step on beat, watch Shane spin you and smile. … More
Boxelder bugs swarmed the cinder block wall at our back while we waited for our ride. A few fluttered, struggling to stay aloft in the thick air, their orange-red wing veins flashing. I cupped my hands, gently caught one. … More
He craved the respite of smoke diffusing through his lungs, imagined it hitting him hard on an empty stomach. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought up the issue until after dinner.… More
My entire ten years of life on earth was spent keeping people from fighting with one another. “Not in front of the kid” were the famous words I heard. Grandma told me one time that I was an angel sent by God to help heal the family. None of my uncles nor my grandfather liked it much when my grandmother talked like that.… More
“The car had been through a reconstructed transmission, a busted carburetor, and was an absolute lush for Valvoline.” – Jordan Farmer, “Brothers”