“Her stories are brief and there’s a trick to them: terror.”
The true crime books made it worse. My mind got to be a blender of murders.
“Oh shit,” screams Maya, giving us away. He runs at us.
It was only when I was much older that I realized Sara was tied to my mother’s nightmares.
“There was no one tending the zoo, so we just walked in.”
“No irons, flat irons, waffle irons, curling irons.” I understood: Do not shape anything.
An ATM refuses to dispense money to a person considering suicide.
No School, No Future, What I Want Cake For?
Your mom took my hand there and then and prayed, Lord Jesus, please heal James of his homosexual desires.
“I didn’t have to read the papers to know who he was.”
We knew the things the Yale boys said about us, as if we were zombies. Still, we sold them our drugs.
“I haven’t been dating other people,” said Alexander. “Only Daves.”
Did you know that snail shells and the inner ear follow the same spiral? That is how we know the snails are listening.
“The thing I wonder about most is how did it happen, the thing that happened on Taco Night.”
“There is a difference between a choice and a wish. We were never asked what we wished for.”
“Buy milk. Pay bills. Sever arm. Water fern.”
“It’s not that we don’t remember what it was like before the sound. If you asked us, we could tell you.”
There is no cat in this house. We would know. We live here.
“I do not tell him that sometimes when he touches my breasts I feel very sad.”
She drank a bottle of poison. It must have been household cleaner. His poem doesn’t specify.
What kind of story would you like to write?
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