"Sometimes it feels as though all
love is a trick we play on each other."
"The only demons I know are the
ones inside me." - not posted yet
I think the trick in succeeding at
being a writer is to turn failure into a weapon, insofar as one can.
Once upon a time, there was a story of
once upon a time that was terrified to end for it knew that no ending
was truly happy and would always leave a sadness in the world after
the story was over.
At the self-help group
"I wanted to be a six word story
so badly but I had too much to say and hyphens felt like cheating."
Boy walked slowly down the street,
feeling as much as seeing cats watching him. Balconies, side streets,
eyes glimpsed between fences. That the cats were serving as eyes for
the witch went without saying, though Boy was almost sure she was a
witch in spite of having many cats rather than because of them.
Everything the gods create they are
ashamed of, for we are the tools they use.
“I admit I’m a little confused
about why my novel 50 shades
became famous. It is about a woman whose DIY quest for a specific
kind of blind for the varied windows in an old farmhouse turns into a
comedy of errors confusing blinds and shades and she ends up buying
differing kinds of sunglasses so guests to her home can wear them
rather than her having to get the many different blinds the home
would require. That it was compared to certain – other novels –
is still very, very baffling.”
"Hate?"
He laughed, sharp and bitter. "You’ve never worked in retail,
never done customer service: what do you know of hate?"
"You murdered
a dozen people."
"Mother, I was
shooting them with arrows of love. That’s what I do," the
boy-god said crossly.
"They were
aromantic, you idiot!"
"Really? I
thought tumblr invented that term."
"What were you
doing on —. Never mind. Talk to your father and he will see about
hiding the bodies. In the meantime, you are grounded."
"You can’t!
They need me today!"
"They don’t.
Don’t you understand yet that they never did?"
Cupid just glared
and marched into his quarters, slamming the door behind him.
"Did you know
that roses come in many colours and violet is often mistaken as
purple? I guess what I'm saying is that I should have paid the money
for a cheap card with a trite saying in it instead of trying to write
one for you myself."
If silence were
really golden, wouldn't people be taking it to pawn shops to cash in?
What are clouds
when not broken dreams?
They said it was
six of one, half a dozen of the other. But they forgot what a bakers
dozen is — and I had a bankers dozen (which is any number I damn
well want) at my beck and call in secret.
The war was already
won.
"I barely know
him, but I trust him. It’s just — he’s soft inside, and nice."
He laughs, a short bark. "It sounds like I’m taking about a
dog and not a person, doesn’t it? Nice always seems like a weak
word when it isn’t that at all."
The ghost appeared
in the press room, and the newspaper reporters pestered it with
questions about who the murderer had been but all the spirit wanted
to know was why they’d used such an ugly picture of it on the front
page of their paper.
The healer nods
slowly. “It is …. part of being a healer, that there are some
healings we cannot do. A true healing helps someone to heal
themselves, but those who know how powerful healers are, how strong
some of us can be — sometimes they think the healing is entirely
the healer’s power, the healer’s doing, the healer’s will, and
never accept it is their own strength that healed them more than
anything else.”
“Your problems
are not as big as my own, no; that does not mean they are not as
important.”
"I think that
if hell froze over it might be warmer than this town is right now."
"Seems to me,"
he said. "Seems to me that the gods are too hungry for flattery.
Never met a god that wasn’t hungry, them or their followers."
No one expected the
messiah to open up a hot dog stand, but they figured at least this
way they could be assured that the hot dogs probably contained real
meat.
"I never lied
to you."
"You told me
you could raise the dead, you —."
"And so I did
and so I have."
"I didn’t
mean levitate the corpse!"
"Then you
should have said what you meant."
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