He would have walked outside, naked, to see what she grew, but the moon was too bright.
Read MoreHe crests the ridge and slide down through salal and sword fern, plants his feet in creek mud, and stops to catch his breath, to listen.
Nothing but the gurgle of water, the swaying trees, his own hard-charging heart.
”Ack, ack, ack!” go the foxes on Instagram.
Read MoreThere’s probably a herd of woman bugs fleeing to Bed Island as we speak. Victims of sex crimes. Looking to drown their worries with the sweet taste of blood.
Read MoreDasha has read the horror stories online—a whole subreddit devoted to people who went on O trips and swore they never got custody of their brains back.
Read MoreHe claimed, afterward, to have seen visions. I was jealous. I wanted to see visions, too.
Read MoreLouisa had no hobbies and no whims, other than the gently pulsing desire to play the game at all possible hours.
Read MoreBy the time Jenny found out what was happening, she realized Luke had actually been doing pretty well, considering what he was up to was illegal.
Read MoreIn an opened window, a man was calling Help! Help me!—unmistakably, in English. The man appeared to be only partly clothed; at least, what the American woman could glimpse of his chest and part of his belly appeared to be bare.
Read MoreAn odd, soapy, purple light—the translucent advertising sheath attached to the outside of the car was filtering the sun—gave his hands a bruised discoloration, as if he’d been in a fistfight.
Read MoreWe’d roll onto our stomachs, laughing, bees zipping overhead and searching for something sweet.
Read MoreI was always invited to stay and eat with them, and unless I had plans, or wanted them to think I did, I mostly accepted.
Read MoreIf her movie was panned, I would find some fuel for myself, a source of heat.
Read MoreThe weirdest thing I’ve dreamed is that our son was born a catfish.
Read MoreTrevor was down by the crabgrass, the train hurtling away at forty miles an hour.
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