I raise my head and grin at the city in the distance. Oh, it's lovely, these clever little specks and their enduring hives.
Charmed Existence, pt. 2
And I can see her more clearly, not silhouetted. It's one of those things: she'd be beautiful if she weren't a deranged monster.
Charmed Existence
My ears are starved for noises, like when you step forward, expecting ground, and you fall for a split second when it's just a little further than you knew.
Owen for the Win
There was a nearly spherical butt churning right beside him. It was tightly bound in tweed, and it rolled back and forth merrily with each step.
Conversion Therapy
She noticed a tiny person standing on the corner of the rooftop ledge. A little man in a white shirt and tie, an office drudge.
Bus Buddies
He could have read a book for the hour-long commute, listened to podcasts. But frequently they were the only two people aboard.
Shrink Me Again, My Darling
The pert young lab tech looked at the little old man cradled against Joya's cleavage. "How did you get him to live so long?"
Scott Carey Doesn’t Get It
Were it pursuing anything but prurient and deviant interests, I should have liked to retain you as a pen pal, perhaps twenty years ago when otherwise unencumbered by matrimony.
Buried Myths
It wasn't the cartoons of giant women that convinced Olin McIntyre, though those piqued his imagination. They were interesting, mildly, but that's it.
Corrective Partnerships
But he looked good, he hoped. Right before some of the skyscrapers shattered and crumpled, he glimpsed his own reflection.
