Or Else

by Joe Hart

Trust in the Lord, she’d say, and you’ll never want for anything.

Made a mistake the one time, and the one time was all it took. That’s why mistakes are bastards; you only have to make one of them.”

sometimes the quietest and most reserved people were hurting the worst.

All this technology in the world and you still couldn’t unsend a text. Pathetic.

Lol agreed

I don’t know why I ever thought mysteries were satisfying, to write or read. They were pure frustration.

lol but that's what makes them fun

gunshot to the head and whatnot,

Errr...but you just said the wound was to his heart, not his head. Is this a d'oh moment on the author's part?

“There’s one thing this disease has taught me, and that’s life is like dementia. Anything can slip away at any time. You gotta hold on to the things that matter as long as you can.”

“You didn’t have to do it,” I said. “I know. The best things aren’t done out of need.”

Words are funny things. They’re warped mirrors of what we mean, and only once in a while do they reflect the truth.

Sometimes it was people’s silence that said the most.

Only in America could you be crushed by the wheel of medical expense before the disease being treated actually killed you.

It wasn’t just houses that could be haunted. Hearts could be too.

A hush fell over the house. I could have sworn I heard paint peeling somewhere.

Lol this is funny to me

“Well, it was Mary Shelby. Come to think of it, that was the last time I saw her. She died a few days later.”

Gah who's killing these people, dangit? Lol

Once the layers were drawn back, it was strange how different everything looked.

People did it every day. They pushed the uncomfortable things out of their heads, those pesky failures keeping them up at night. Why remember when all it caused was pain?

If you looked back over your shoulder at the days before, you’d see it, the road that brought you here, and you’d think to yourself that the path was paved with your decisions, your choices.