Dead. Never been that before. Not even once.
Death, I had discovered long ago, was available in varying flavors, and none of them particularly palatable.
You are the best, most loving, supportive family anyone could ever have," I said through my sobs. "I'm so sorry if I'm a burden." They all told me not to be so bloody silly, I told them not to swear, and Landen gave me a handkerchief for my tears.
Humans like stories. Humans need stories. Stories are good. Stories work. Story clarifies and captures the essence of the human spirit. Story, in all its forms—of life, of love, of knowledge—has traced the upward surge of mankind. And story, you ...
Whereas story is processed in the mind in a straightforward manner, poetry bypasses rational thought and goes straight to the limbic system and lights it up like a brushfire. It's the crack cocaine of the literary world.
Yes, and imagine a world where there were no hypothetical situations.
Two minds with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.
Have you ever wondered how nostalgia isn"t what it used to be?
Without unscrambled eggs, there was no time travel, no more depredation of the Now, and we could look to a brighter future of long-term thought--and more reading.
