My family had been killed; yours had lived. But there was pressure in that, that grateful weight.… more
My family had been killed; yours had lived. But there was pressure in that, that grateful weight.… more
I’ve got a white-knuckle grip on a gut hook knife that needs to be sharpened, clumsily hacking off the asshole of a six-point stag, when it starts to occur to me that this whole thing reminds me of you.… more
The time of the Vests is ending. Their frenzied shouting—sometimes on clothes, sometimes in their own cold corners of the shrinking online universe—represents little beyond the fit thrown by the once powerful losing power.… more
Did you hear Alex is into Black men now? He lost his job? He’s joined up with some TERFs in the UK & is pitching articles to The Guardian. Who was ever even friends with Alex? He’s so insecure. So Indiana.… more
After the brief times I spent with her, my paintings would change for a short period. They were of a young world, greenly bright, a fresh wish. My feelings after being with her—excitement, then heaviness, a deep need for sleep—a sense of something pressing down on me that must be confronted.… more
Katie thinks I need to be my best self, that’s what she’s about. She wants me to practice better routines, to have better strength throughout my day-to-day activities, if I’m to reach my new goals. These are keys to success Katie says. That is how I’ll reclaim the power I lost. People don’t understand. I wasn’t so good-looking or smart. But she saw the potential in me, like no one else did, and that’s why I’m hers for now. I’d like to think maybe even forever.… more
The CEO of our company is a serial killer. All my coworkers adore him.… more
Bleeding was easy if you could get past the first flush of pain. The Exacto knife slipped into his skin like a single raindrop beading on his eyelashes. Death wasn’t an option so much as a flirtation.… more
He sobbed as he thought of her thick shins and dimpled thighs and how organized she was with paying the bills. He fantasized about how the thick black hair that grew from the right corner of her top lip tickled him when they kissed and how she held him at night.… more
Yes, there is love to gain, as we know. But there also is love to lose, and they rarely mention the misery gained from that. Gaining the misery might not even be worth gaining the love in the first place, but who’s to say that to the heartbroken?… more