Penny used to talk about how brave I was, how nothing scared me. Not the endless, swelling sea to one side nor the dark, silent woods to the other. She called me fearless ( Read more... )

The day after my sixteenth birthday, my mother took me to the matchmaker ( Read more... )

The other night I had a dream that the planet was destroyed. We got on a ship
and flew through swirling galaxies to try and find a new home. But every place we landed was gray, stony, dead, cold. There was nothing out there for us but dust and darkness.

So we kept searching, but built up a world on the ship. Mechanical and oily, noisy and crowded, ( Read more... )

You kept it to yourself ( Read more... )

"It gets better," she said, one day, over coffee. "There will be days when you don't even think about it. In time."

But she lied, or else was wrong, and his is a number I can't take off my phone, and his is a face that won't be in the crowd.

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Like a beggar asking for change, I held out my hand, but she didn't seem to notice it hanging in the air between us ( Read more... )

When I found you again, you were squatting in the dirt, out in the backyard. "I was worried you had left. The party's not so bad, you know ( Read more... )

Title: Lonely
Rating: G
Word Count: 904
Summary: I wrote this a million years ago for my Spanish class in college. I eventually translated the whole thing, but here's the English version.

( From that moment on, she knew she belonged to him. )

Title: Regrets
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 683

( That would kill me, man. Hearing that motor coming around the corner in my house everyday. It would fucking kill me. )

The thing about death is this. Sometimes you're standing on a subway platform, or walking down a supermarket aisle, or ordering your lunch from a deli counter when you see someone and think, "Oh, I know that person..." and then suddenly you think, "No, wait, that can't be him. He's dead. This is someone else." It doesn't happen all the time. It's ( Read more... )