DEEP BLACK AND BRIGHT STARS
“Ever since he was a boy, he’d looked up at the deep black and bright stars, wondering what else was out there. And every night he would pray to the Moon in the sky to grant him his wish, to take him up there.”
HERE’S TO TOMORROW
“As the light pulled me from my sleep, I could feel her nestled in the nape of my neck. As usual, she’d stolen all the sheets in the night and left me bare as a newborn, save for the parts of me wrapped in her.”
Dave the Porn Star
Well, they weren’t always hilarious. Some were just perverts or criminals. And maybe “brilliant” is a strong word for some of them. They were utterly inappropriate to be around a 15 year old boy. But nevertheless, they were a fun crew.
I Hate Rom Coms
“Oh, there she is! On the one hand, I’m relieved that she didn’t stand me up. On the other hand, I’m nervous as hell, because now I have to remember how to act like a human.”
The Little Things
He was so wrapped up in his self-loathing that he didn’t notice the little footsteps coming down the stairs and behind him. A tiny, raven-haired girl was staring him down.
“What are you doing?”
Do Gods Bleed?
“Each one, they say, could level mountains with their bare hands. Of course some said that was a myth, but when they emerged through the portal on that day, each of us down to the most unapologetic atheist prayed that the stories were true.”
The Apple Falls
“The ride was quiet and it only made Michael that much more nervous. He wanted to ask his Dad what they were doing, but he was scared. His Dad had always been quiet, but this different.”
Sunday Mornings
“Mondays mean there's a whole new week to start fresh and make the most of it. But there is nothing I love more than Sundays. Sundays are morning sex and family barbecues and dinner with friends. “
The Ballad of Sam and Waylon
“She was BB King, art museums and long kisses on a ferris wheel. I was George Strait, motorcycles and Schwarzenegger movies. And yet somewhere better between Die Hard and Dahli, we fell in love.”
Ghosts of chattanooga
“My heart wasn’t in any of it. As I opened my room door and turned on the TV, I wondered why I had even made the trip. My mind was on her from the second I got there. As if her scent marked the city. By now it had been a year and change and I had grown so very tired of her chains still binding me.”
Objects in motion
“As the months passed, he had come to an understanding. This is life... love, loss and transition. They weren't gone forever, obviously. There would be opportunities to see each other. But selfishly he realized that this was another moment of transition for him. It wasn't just their moving. Other things were changing in his life. For the first time in years, he felt unmoored from the world, unsure of his place in it.”
The hour of the wolf
“The moonlight shone through the cracks in the drapes, illuminating the parts of her not covered by bed sheets. Unlike his restless spirit, she was in a deep slumber for the last few hours. Sleep came almost as quickly as she had. It was the first time they'd made love that night, but one of a thousand times over the years.”