A friend once told Megan that we are always seventeen years old, waiting for our lives to begin. More than ever, clutching to this man, Megan understood that.

There should have been a dark whisper in the wind. Or maybe a deep chill in the bone. Something. An ethereal song only Elizabeth or I could hear. A tightness in the air. Some textbook...

It’s not the dead even. They’re gone. Nothing you can do about that. It’s what’s left behind – the echo. These woods you’re walking through. There are some old timers who think a sound echoes...

It was one lesson he never forgot.You don’t sit back when you or a loved one is being assaulted.And you don’t act like the goverment with their “proportional responses” and all that nonsense.If someone hurts...

An hour before his world exploded like a ripe tomato under a stiletto heel, Myron bit into a fresh pastry that tasted suspiciously like urinal cake.

A dancer on break approached him. She smiled. Each tooth was angled in a different direction, as if her mouth were the masterwork of a mad orthodontist. “Hi,” she said. “Hi.” “You’re really cute.” “I...

A trial is two narratives competing for your attention.

The missing girl—there had been unceasing news reports, always flashing to that achingly ordinary school portrait of the vanished teen, you know the one, with the rainbow-swirl background, the girl’s hair too straight, her smile...

Getting into a fight with a popular senior. Pissing off a school teacher and the local chief of police. Hanging with two major-league losers.” She slapped my back. “Welcome to high school.

He tried to read, but the words swam in front of his eyes in meaningless waves. He put on the television. Nick at Nite, the cultural equivalent of aerosol cheese.

Myron lay sprawled next to a knee-knockingly gorgeous brunette clad only in a Class-B-felony bikini, a tropical drink sans umbrella in one hand, the aqua clear Caribbean water lapping at his feet, the sand a...

Natalie had what I’d call a slow beauty, the kind you don’t really notice at first and then it knocks you back and grows on you and she gets more beautiful every time you see...

In sum,” Midlife said, giving the room his best you-the-jury baritone, “Our defense will be…?” He looked to Matt for the answer/”Blame the other guy,” Matt said.”Which other guy?””Yes.””Huh?””We blame whoever we can,” Matt said....

Esperanza’s side had so many colors, Crayola sent a scout.

Mrs. Friedman lived in a happy snow globe of AP History.

She wore a killer smile, absolutely devastating. It was a smile that could twist a man’s heart. A man could fall in love just being on the receiving end of that smile. A man would...

I blinked and the images were gone. But I remembered how the laugh and the howl and the splash would ripple and echo in the stillness of our lake, and I wondered if ripples and...

Her smile shames the sun

There are few times that I feel more at peace, more in tune, more Zen, if you will, than when I force myself to unplug.

The gray has no chance against that smile. It vanishes in a wonderful haze of bright color.

Muse usually gestured like an amphetamine-fueled Sicilian who’s nearly gotten clipped by a speeding car.

A voice flat enough to fit under a door crack.

You live among this ridiculous wealth and you get lost. You worry about nonsense like spirituality and inner health and satisfaction and relationships.You have no idea what it is like to starve, to watch yourself...

Some people, no matter how easy the path they are given on the walk of life, will find a way to mess it all up. Ray Levine was one of those people.

…”better to have loved and lost” bullshit. Don’t show me paradise and then burn it down.

Dreams never die. Sometimes you think they are dead, but they are just hibernating lie some old bear. And, if the dream has been hibernating for a long time, that bear is going to wake...

I kept glancing at her animated face, scrunched up as though imitating an adult. I got hit with that overwhelming feeling. It sneaked up on me. Parents get it from time to time. You are...

I wish i could tell you that through the tragedy i mined some undiscovered, life-altering absolute that i could pass on to you.I didn’t.The cliches apply-people are what count,life is precious,materialism is over rated, and...