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Robert Frost
“The mind-is not the heart.
I may yet live, as I know others live,
To wish in vain to let go with the mind-
Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me
That I need learn to let go with the heart.”
Robert Frost

Larissa Ione
“Sin Fever," Wraith chimed in with a little too much enjoyment.
Sin Fever? They'd named the fucking disease after her? Bastards.”
Larissa Ione, Sin Undone

Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
“When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in bad condition in the particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments. Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "So it goes.”
Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

“I am destroying myself so other people can’t," she said, "and it’s the worst kind of control but it’s the only form I know.”
Sue Zhao

“There is something strangely ecstatic, oddly fascinating and infinitely magnetic about unrequited love.”
Arshpreet Kaur

Rob Bell
“Of all the conceptions of the divine, of all the language Jesus could put on the lips of the God character in the story he tells, that’s what he has the Father say. “You are always with me, and everything I have is yours.” ...

Millions of people in our world were told that God so loved the world, that God sent his son to save the world, and that if they accept and believe in Jesus, then they’ll be able to have a relationship with God...

But there’s more. Millions have been taught that if they don’t believe, if they don’t accept in the right way, that is, the way the person telling them the gospel does, and they were hit by a car and died later that same day, God will have no choice but to punish them forever in conscious torment in hell... A loving heavenly father who will go to extraordinary lengths to have a relationship with them would, in the blink of an eye, become a cruel, mean, vicious tormentor who would ensure that they had no escape from an endless future of agony... if your God is loving one second and cruel the next, if your God will punish people for all eternity for sins committed in a few short years, no amount of clever marketing or compelling language or good music or great coffee will be able to disguise that one, true, glaring, untenable, acceptable, awful reality... sometimes the reason people have a problem accepting “the gospel” is that they sense that the God lurking behind Jesus isn’t safe, loving, or good. It doesn’t make sense it can’t be reconciled, and so they say no... God create, because the endless joy and peace and shared life at the heart of this God knows no other way. Jesus invites us into THAT relationship, the one at the center of the universe... so when the gospel is diminished to a question of whether or not a person will “get into heaven,” that reduces the good news to a ticket, a way to get past the bouncer and into the club. The good news is better than that.”
Rob Bell, Love Wins: A Book About Heaven, Hell, and the Fate of Every Person Who Ever Lived

Faraaz Kazi
“As he turns around and her eyes meet his, she lets go off the breath that she had been holding back. All the words she had practised to say when the moment arrived, dissolve at the tip of her tongue. All the things she wanted him to know escape her in the thick blanket of nostalgia that wraps itself around her.”
Faraaz Kazi, More Than Just Friends

Kyoko M.
“Jack took two steps towards the couch and then heard his daughter’s distressed wails, wincing. “Oh, right. The munchkin.”

He instead turned and headed for the stairs, yawning and scratching his messy brown hair, calling out, “Hang on, chubby monkey, Daddy’s coming.”

Jack reached the top of the stairs.

And stopped dead.

There was a dragon standing in the darkened hallway.

At first, Jack swore he was still asleep. He had to be. He couldn’t possibly be seeing correctly.

And yet the icy fear slipping down his spine said differently.

The dragon stood at roughly five feet tall once its head rose upon sighting Jack at the other end of the hallway. It was lean and had dirty brown scales with an off-white belly. Its black, hooked claws kneaded the carpet as its yellow eyes stared out at Jack, its pupils dilating to drink him in from head to toe. Its wings rustled along its back on either side of the sharp spines protruding down its body to the thin, whip-like tail. A single horn glinted sharp and deadly under the small, motion-activated hallway light.

The only thing more noticeable than that were the many long, jagged scars scored across the creature’s stomach, limbs, and neck. It had been hunted recently. Judging from the depth and extent of the scars, it had certainly killed a hunter or two to have survived with so many marks.

“Okay,” Jack whispered hoarsely. “Five bucks says you’re not the Easter Bunny.”

The dragon’s nostrils flared. It adjusted its body, feet apart, lips sliding away from sharp, gleaming white teeth in a warning hiss. Mercifully, Naila had quieted and no longer drew the creature’s attention. Jack swallowed hard and held out one hand, bending slightly so his six-foot-two-inch frame was less threatening. “Look at me, buddy. Just keep looking at me. It’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you. Why don’t you just come this way, huh?”

He took a single step down and the creature crept forward towards him, hissing louder. “That’s right. This way. Come on.”

Jack eased backwards one stair at a time. The dragon let out a warning bark and followed him, its saliva leaving damp patches on the cream-colored carpet. Along the way, Jack had slipped his phone out of his pocket and dialed 9-1-1, hoping he had just enough seconds left in the reptile’s waning patience.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”

“Listen to me carefully,” Jack said, not letting his eyes stray from the dragon as he fumbled behind him for the handle to the sliding glass door. He then quickly gave her his address before continuing. “There is an Appalachian forest dragon in my house. Get someone over here as fast as you can.”

“We’re contacting a retrieval team now, sir. Please stay calm and try not to make any loud noises or sudden movements–“

Jack had one barefoot on the cool stone of his patio when his daughter Naila cried for him again.

The dragon’s head turned towards the direction of upstairs.

Jack dropped his cell phone, grabbed a patio chair, and slammed it down on top of the dragon’s head as hard as he could.”
Kyoko M., Of Fury and Fangs

Maheen Salman Ahmad
“Finally, he opened his eyes, and they
grew wide.
In front of him was the machine, and
beside it, knelt Wild, smirking as he tinkered
with something in his hands.
He was in the park in front of his
home. He’d know it anywhere.
They were back to where it all began.”
Maheen Salman Ahmad, To Where It All Began: Where There is Family, There is Hope

Charlotte Munro
“No. No… No!’ the fear ebbed my voice, cut through me like a knife. I ran, bare feet slipping and sliding over the floorboards. I turned the corner and headed for the backdoor.
Run. Run. I must run.
As soon as I reached the backdoor in the kitchen, pulling the barn door from the hinges, I felt his gaze upon me. Cinders and kindling crunched at my feet; what had once been my lovely mahogany kitchen furniture was now little more than firewood. My crockery and china splintered in shards and as I turned to face him, I felt them dig into my skin, cut me with every shiver that bolted through my frame.
‘You wanted Hemlock House. You have, Hemlock House.’ His voice was dark, cruel and yet hauntingly light. As if cooing, whispering to a newborn. He was lounging against the countertop as if waiting for breakfast, as if waiting for something so meaningless.”
Charlotte Munro, Skeletons in The Closet [A Horror Collection]


Starting tomorrow, I’ll be carefree and happy
Feeding my horse, chopping firewood, roaming the world
Starting tomorrow, I’ll need nothing but rice and a few vegetables
In my house by the sea, warmed by the spring air.”

Tom Deaderick
“You'll be the first human to see an entire alien civilization. The bad news being that you won't be able to actually do anything or speak with anyone. You'll just be ignored and alone, like a headache—something to be pushed aside and forgotten.”
Tom Deaderick

Tom Deaderick
“Wearing an alien form inside the alien flightsuit, Leo stood at the edge of the Grand Canyon and marveled, slowly shaking his head in disbelief and wonder. He stared into the impossible without considering the miracle of his own existence, like everyone else.”
Tom Deaderick, Flightpack

Tom Deaderick
“First thing Falvo said after he slapped my arm was, 'What time is it?' I've been with a few other people who wake up after getting shot and being dug around in for a slug. That's the first time anyone ever asked that particular question, like they had something important to attend to and happened to get shot on the way.”
Tom Deaderick, Lifeflash

Tom Deaderick
“Just driving around looking for him is not going to help. We might as well go back and wait on the porch for news as drive around. You're only going to see yards that're neglected and filled with old cars out there. They could kidnap an elephant from the zoo and be dressed like circus clowns with it in the basement and you'd drive past without noticing anything unusual.”
Tom Deaderick, Lifeflash

Tom Deaderick
“People looked at a knife a lot differently than they'd look at stunners. A knife can get someone's attention when you want it.”
Tom Deaderick, Lifeflash

Tom Deaderick
“Dick kept his eyes on people like a gunfighter stepping up from a poker table to scrape winnings into his hat.”
Tom Deaderick, The Lazarus Spear

Tom Deaderick
“It's not a stair step, Hogan,' he'd said. 'It's a step from a cliff. You can't take a small step over the edge of a cliff, all there is – is the one big one.”
Tom Deaderick, The Lazarus Spear

Tom Deaderick
“The spear's purpose is clear. Mine is clear. And yours is. You're the reason it makes sense, because I'm only interested in saving the world because you're in it. Of course, He knows that.”
Tom Deaderick, The Lazarus Spear

Tom Deaderick
“All the normal ways that you might know someone, what they liked for lunch, their hobbies, their interests, the people they couldn't stand—all the normal data points people constantly, unconsciously collect, none of those data points can predict how someone might react to 'I've decided to try saving the world by stabbing the President with my magic spear'. That's pretty much going to be a gamble every time.”
Tom Deaderick, The Lazarus Spear

Tom Deaderick
“He could filter the dangerous ones from the talkers in a few minutes of conversation, like a terrorist Turing test.”
Tom Deaderick, Flightspawn

Tom Deaderick
“They don’t last long. It's horrible and filled with more pain and misery than a full life can hold, but it's rarely a long time. The treatment is too rough and too careless, and they are so fragile.”
Tom Deaderick, Flightspawn

Tom Deaderick
“The creek was South Indian Creek. When the settlers moved in, they liked the Indian's names better than they liked the Indians.”
Tom Deaderick, Flightspawn

Tom Deaderick
“Jon prepared himself for the end of his life, in fourteen more rounds.”
Tom Deaderick, Flightspawn

Tom Deaderick
“He was like a farmer's hammer, beaten and bent, and broken more than once, but welded back, bent by force of will back into place, still useful because it still could be made useful.”
Tom Deaderick, Flightspawn

Tom Deaderick
“Kids are expert negotiators. When you've never had a job and have no income, you'd better be a good negotiator.”
Tom Deaderick, Flightspawn

Tom Deaderick
“People don't realize how thoroughly we teach children to read deception. As soon as they get the basics of communication, adults and older kids start telling them unbelievable things, trying to make them seem believable. As if we know how important the ability to see through other people's lies is critically important. I guess, it is.”
Tom Deaderick, Flightspawn

Cleo W. Robinson Jr.
“I put a thirty-eight-special slug through the knob this morning... The killer was six foot-eight-inches tall, weighed about three hundred pounds, had long red hair, a full beard, was wearing a green and black plaid shirt... driving a brand new yellow and black school bus.”
Cleo W. Robinson Jr., Trails to and Tales of Sanderson, Texas

“…We zap ‘em! We snap ‘em! We think we’re pretty slick. We change things, re-arrange things. Quicker than quick!”
Janice Condon, Lulu Meets the King of Poo

“…she had an amazing dream: she climbed into her mouth – and swallowed herself!”
Janice Condon, Lulu Meets the King of Poo

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