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When the Wolf Comes Home When the Wolf Comes Home by Nat Cassidy
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“Oh yeah I'm always scared of stuff. You get to a certain age and they stop calling it scared and start calling it anxiety.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“The truth is, nowadays, mass shootings are so common they’re more useful to bury attention than gain it. You could basically call any massacre a mass shooting, and within a day or two, most Americans will have digested it and shit it out without so much as a faint aftertaste. It’s like money laundering but for slaughter.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
Love is a shape-shifting monster, she thinks, dizzy and horrified and exhausted and devastated. A werewolf with a bottomless stomach.
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“No one will be spared when the wolf comes home.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“There’s a sharp pain in her chest. Not quite betrayal. More—horribly—like sad resignation. Another relationship”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“Conspiracy theories are basically just fairy tales for adults, aren’t they?”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“And, hey, if you are the sort of person who's offended by the existence of content warnings, I'm truly sorry. Maybe next time, I'll give you a little heads-up that they're coming, so you'll be able to prepare yourself.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“Haven’t you noticed by now? Just because something’s impossible doesn’t mean it’s not real.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“These condos are lovely,” he begins. “How long have you—what are you doing?” She’s pointing her hand at him”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“Call it what you want; it’s all just the skeletal shadow of tree branches on the wall. Fear is fear is fear when it’s slithering in the dark.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“Is that possible? To live in this world and not scare yourself to death? To feel turbulence and not imagine the plane going down? To experience hope as a grown-up with the same clarity a child feels terror? How do you not call forth the things that will devour you and give them teeth? How do you protect? Especially when the danger is you?”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“So many examples she could share. All the ways fear has shaped her life. Fear of rejection. Fear of failure. Fear of not being lovable. Fear of not being enough. The shitty situations she’s accepted because that’s less scary than doing something about it. Call it what you want; it’s all just the skeletal shadow of tree branches on the wall. Fear is fear is fear when it’s slithering in the dark.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“Wish in one hand, shit in the other, and see which one fills up first.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“others), the drunk drivers have mostly torn their destructive path through whatever lives they’re endangering, and now all is calm and peaceful until the morning rush begins.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“Fucking grief. Fucking stupid, unpredictable, illogical, unhelpful grief.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“As if the universe chose that moment to come alive for them and tell them there was nothing to worry about. As if it knew their names.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“The wolf lets out a tremendous, world-splitting roar. The stench is appalling: rot and decay and the promise of ruined flesh.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
tags: horror
“(it hasn’t happened yet”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“Conspiracy theories are basically just fairy tales for adults”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“The truth is”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“The boy nods again—more resolute this time. Walks over to the front of the car and crouches like a little soldier preparing for an ambush.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“I am afraid, oh I am so afraid! The cold black fear is clutching me to-night As long ago when they would take the light And leave the little child who would have prayed, Frozen and sleepless at the thought of death.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“Perhaps that’s why with this emptiness come memories of being cared for. Of being held. Rocked. Caressed. Fed. Soothed. Of the strong, sure hands that have been there for as long as he’s had thought. Of the deep and straining pain, need, want for those hands whenever they were taken away. Whenever he didn’t deserve them.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“Nobody hides like tears, she realizes. We could learn a thing or two from them.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“In fact, everything is silent. Even her thoughts. Inner Jess has vanished. Only the respiration of traffic exists in her ears.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“Jess doesn’t see or hear him. Nor does she notice how, on the other end of the phone, all the horrible noises cease, evaporate, the way bad dreams do upon waking. There is no waking from this bad dream. Not anymore. All she can do is scream and sob for her mother.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“A wail escapes the man. He wishes it would pull his guts out with it. Leave his rotten insides steaming on the ground. No less than he deserves. He tries to wail again, but there’s no breath. Nothing inside him anymore to propel the grief that’s boiling in his heart.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“Love is a shape-shifting monster, she thinks, dizzy and horrified and exhausted and devastated. A werewolf with a bottomless stomach.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“This is the shot. What are you doing, Jess? How are you feeling? You’ve seen horrible things. Experienced horrible things. Are you angry? Scared? Desperate? Confused? What happens when your mental triggers get pulled? Where do you go during your extreme emotional states? Just like that, he has it.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home
“Santos grabs a piece of Good & Plenty from the dish. Grimaces as he chews it. Thinks of beetles and the harsh, unapologetic taste of black licorice. Allen looks on approvingly.”
Nat Cassidy, When the Wolf Comes Home

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