Don't Sleep with the Dead

by Nghi Vo

My teeth felt too sharp in my mouth, as if I might like to bite.

Jordan had always liked to be missed, possibly better than she liked being liked.

Still, I think that was where it started, the Carraway belief that duty could be put off on someone else, and that if you only made the right sacrifice, spilled the right blood using the right name, that fate might be delayed or even distracted.

“Sometimes, you have to be someone different if you want to survive at all.”

“I can already be anyone I like. All it would take is walking away from what I have now.

“You’re the American Dream, if the American Dream is a broken thing, smashed up on the side of the road and left behind by people in better cars with more secure fortunes.

I could have made him anything, and instead I made him what he actually was.