We Live In A Moment And A

Her Only Thought Was Of Getting Away, As If She Were Carrying A Live Grenade From Inside The House, So That When It Exploded, It Would Destroy Just Herself.

Happened As I Listened: I Felt Pain. Not In My Head, Not In My Arm, Not In My Leg; Everywhere At Once. I Told Myself There Was No Difference Between Being “inside” And Being “outside,” That It All Came Down To X’s And O’s That Could Be Acquired In Any Number Of Different Ways, But The Pain Increased To A Point Where I Thought I Might Collapse, And I Limped Away.

Sometimes I Imagine Myself Looking Back On Right Now And I Think Like Where Will I Be Standing When I Look Back Will Right Now Look Like The Beginning Of A Great Life Or... Or What

Read At The Level At Which You Want To Write. Reading Is The Nourishment That Feeds The Kind Of Writing You Want To Do.

I’m Like America ” He Said. Stephanie Swung Around To Look At Him Unnerved. “what Are You Talking About ” She Said. “are You Off Your Meds ” “our Hands Are Dirty ” Jules Said.