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"You have changed my life, Giovanni. Please don’t take that for granted. You may not be everything that hero is, but I care less and less about that every passing day. How plain he would be, if he knocked on the door of this CARRIAGE right now!”

1 2
2021-09-29

“Suddenly the whine of the Dragonfly got louder and closer, its thrust engines screaming. White lights shone over the tops of the trees, and wind gushed down on them from above.”

1 12
2021-09-28

His expression made him look older. It was his narrow eyes and the way his mouth was firmly set, like someone who knew he had to do something that was going to hurt and was just working up the will to do it.

3 13
2021-09-07

Val pictured men with guns running through the woods in wide search patterns. Snarling dogs chasing her son up trees. Drones buzzing around the two of them and firing sedative darts.

They’d never stop hunting her or Braden now.

3 14
2021-08-17

She caught her breath. Her hand extended the papers over the water. She took a final glance at them. They detailed all the joyful moments of that magical day. The scale of the wedding made it impossible to forget.

0 6
2021-07-28

She held on to her husband’s hand—his surgeon’s hand. Those hands had healed many people’s bodies. Had removed her contraceptive implant. Had delivered Braden when he was born. But now they couldn’t do anything for her or for him.

4 27
2021-04-06

He still felt, still saw, still heard and tasted and smelled. But now everything was a shade darker, the dusky light a little dimmer, the glow of her green eyes, so close to his, less unearthly than before.


2 19
2021-03-16

"Why so much responsibility to a self-proclaimed vigilante always yelling 'wicked' from the highest point as though it's a game of Marco Polo?" Thad asks, dumbfounded.
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4 44
2020-12-29

‘They’re going to call me a terrorist, she thought. A monster. If they can, they’ll kill us and say that we kidnapped him. That he was a victim of our fanaticism.’

1 5
2020-11-18

"People qua monsters is a limitless misfortune. You see no light through their cracks and the sun seems to hide when they are at their zenith," he says. "I'm afraid the only cure is what ails them: mortality."

2 26
2020-11-18

The doctor stepped to one side as a drone drifted into the room, its small propellers whirring. Next came a young woman with a buzz cut and pale skin. She wore a wry smile—the smile of someone who knows things that other people don’t.

5 17
2020-09-22

"He spoke of calculus and epsilon. It brought thoughts on the sole recourse," she said, tossing stones into the truck.
"Was cutting his throat truly the only recourse?"
"He's home in hell, isn't he?"

15 78
2020-08-04

They stared at each other. Val wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. There was nothing to forgive. No anger or hatred lay between them. Just time. But right now time seemed like the worst enemy of all.

5 34
2020-07-28

They stole an hour to separate from their unit and found an abandoned men’s shop. Dress clothes lay scattered on the floor, dusty with broken drywall and much of it charred. They tread on the debris of someone’s life. Glass. Paper. Wood.

2 16
2020-07-21

It was a feral cat protecting her kittens, fluffy forever tails swaying amid wind's whispers. I kept my distance, noting the 7 obelisk-like poles surrounding the lamp-less road. Bread crumbs. 2

6 44
2020-07-07

Your love is abundant, subconsciously soft and willing yet outwardly bold at times. Thank you for accepting my smiles as adequate gratitude; and deepest sorries for being unable to paint more memories.

3 44
2020-04-28

They had left the windows open, and the idea that someone might hear them that night had made their lovemaking all the more delicious. How young she had been then, even after the experience of war in the Middle East.

1 12
2020-03-10

The drones whirred near the top of the tunnel. Four props kept them in the air. Black and gray bodies housed instruments and sensors. Cameras protruded from their fronts like insect eyes.

1 12
2020-02-18

I laid on the grass, surrendering to the 1 o'clock sun and cream-thick air that creates a virtual yet real discomfort of having clothes melt on your skin—but in my hands was the beading soda bottle you'd given me. An oasis.

10 48
2020-02-11

He’d kill for some fentanyl or morphine, but he had to be able to function. So he settled for hydrocodon. He threw back a couple of pills, dressed in pajama pants and a tee shirt, and staggered toward the door.

“I’m coming,” he groaned.

4 25
2020-02-11