It happened quick. He never saw it coming. Never saw it happen even. In the movies you got to see how people mourned you. How your  death brought people together even for just a weekend.

But in real life you just died. Went into the darkness. No way to see or...

They say Writing is a response to reading . That dancing or composing is response to music .

But what about a runner ? Does someone run in response to watching another run a marathon?

I think that answer is obvious. My friends have asked me, why do I run. Strange that...

"What do you think of dreams?" Lacy asked. Her hands cupped around her wide mug like she was trying to keep warm around a fire

"I think people ought to be more realistic," he replied, took a sip of the earl gray Lacy had served. Funny he thought. Drinking caffeine this...

Time was running out. He could tell. One could only hide a body for so long until something happened. A  witness or the  police fucking showing up at your god damn door.

Mark couldn't believe that the two officers had let him off the hook like that. They had even said...

"What was that about?"

"Just cops. Assholes. You know?"

"They seemed to. Ask a lot of questions."

"Yeah. Harrassment."

"Well let's eat then."

"Excellent."

"You know what. I'm actually not hungry at all."

"No?"

"You eat. I'll sit with you. Watch you eat."

"Suit yourself, mate. So those police officers. What did they ask?"

"They were asking where I was...

For weeks Blue could progressively gained control over his  dreams . He could become anything he wanted. A tree. A wave. A hawk.

Whenever he became a thing, he couldn't remember what it was like once he was awake again. This was because he was human in the daytime. Living through...

He went out for a smoke. Outside were three people. Two of them already smoking. One asked if he could bum a  cigarette . He shrugged and said why not and gave him one. And then he asked for a light. Jeesh, he thought. Enough to bum a cig but...

People couldn't stop talking about the  rain . They couldn't remember the last time it had rained this much. Not that it had rained everyday. But that it had rained every week. Was it ever like that before? Rain at least once a week? Hop Tsing thought about this as...

Two years had passed since the  school shooting . That event changed her whole life. She and her gang of friends had been the most popular kids in school. Seniors enjoying their high social positions. Slated to do great things. Graduate with high honors and attend great universities afterwards.

She had...

"Should I knock again?"

The more senior officer nodded.

Three light, albeit harder than before, taps. The senior got annoyed and pushed the junior aside and pounded his fist against the door six times. Then he pressed his right ear against the door.

"There, I hear someone inside," he said. The junior officer...