She says, “I have to. This is, like, my last chance, you know?”
Memories of Nobody
How time had passed and made fools out of us.
Grim Trigger
But one is a writer, and one is a hero, because it is the only thing they could possibly be.
1981
In the first half of 1981, it was just a few who died.
The Blow-It On Cheezer Row
The worst were the blow-its. A blow-it was unpredictable. Anything could happen.
Latent in Translation
She knew how to read a newspaper article when she was five; now she cannot tell Chinese from hieroglyphics.
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The God of Love
As I walked home, I felt it—little wings against my lungs.
Montauk’s Design
Two houses, virtually identical in structure and appearance. Odd, right?
A Ghost In The Hallway
At night he could hear her rustling the curtain. He would whisper his questions to her.
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