Remarkably Bright Creatures

by Shelby Van Pelt

The house carried that marzipan smell for days after. She still remembers how it lingered in her kitchen like a clueless houseguest who didn’t know when to leave.

I considered this option. Nothing was something. What might lie on the other side of life?

Why does he remember shit like this? If only he could cleanse his brain of the useless knowledge clogging it up.

“Sissy Baker’s packed full of more shit than a turd burger.”

Why can humans not use their millions of words to simply tell one another what they desire?

Young humans would fail abysmally in the sea.

If I had a clam for every time I heard someone call them hideous or ugly or monstrous, I would be a very plump octopus indeed. These assessments are not wrong. Objectively speaking, wolf eels are grotesque.

“You don’t recover. Not all the way. But you do move on. You have to.”