To whomever swapped my tattoo cream for toothpaste…….. well played.
Today I plan to smile a lot, only so people who know me will be freaked the fuck out.
I’m the biggest critic of my own work, but sometimes you nail a chapter so good that you have to take a step back and admire that bitch.
The best writers tend to look the roughest in photos. At least that’s the excuse I use for why I look so bad in mine.
Blood began to flow, at first cautiously, as if embarrassed by its appearance; a few thin red lines exploring the gravitational trajectory of its new terrain. Now it flowed faster, steadily staining her pale flesh a horrific red.
Anyone who says “Trust me” is the last motherfucker you should ever trust.
Solitude led to retrospective thinking, and if the past is what you are trying to get away from, then constant distractions in the present are needed.
This faulty light fitting at the front door with the dangerously flickering bulb looks rather festive. Who says I don’t do Christmas?
Just been poisoned by my gran. Nothing says Christmas better than familicide and anaphylactic shock.
We were left with nothing because of a love like acid that ate its way through our entire family.
Remove the comma, replace the comma, remove the comma, replace the comma…
That’s why Twinkle likes the place so much, Scott thought, looking around at the faded wood veneer tables, and the faded souls drinking at them. Misery was soaked through the place like the old beer soaked through its carpets.
Sometimes truths are what we run from, and sometimes they are what we seek.
Sometimes he missed the numbed, walking-underwater feeling feel that the cocktail of narcotics used to give him. But if a situation went down in here, he was going to need all of his wits to get out of it.
Scott glanced at his watch but didn’t register what it said. The notion of time had become as absurd as the quietly glowing trees.
Consider and then act, don’t react. A worthy opponent will calculate his move to entice a response from you. Make your own play.
Jack laughed behind him, a mirthless sound from a man who had been on the wrong end of life’s ironies too many times.