If loving the written word is wrong…I don’t want to be right!

Despite their macabre imaginations, they don’t believe the things they say, all those things about magic and fantômes. But I do. I know he lingers. I’ve heard his voice, soft as a lover’s whisper.

You know what people are doing on the other side of the world, what’s happening on another planet, but not what’s going on inside the person next to you.

It was the sunlight coming through the window that woke Alex up; mother nature’s own alarm clock rudely snapped him back to consciousness. The white light poured in so arrogantly that it was too much...

I had a dream. In the dream someone was critical of my newest novel The Snail’s Castle. I said, “don’t worry about it. If you don’t like it, just throw it out the window.” I...

Sifting through scattered memories is like sifting through sand. Some remain, some simply slipaway…– TARA

As the sun lowered into the city’s skyline, casting an orange glow over the islands, Jana could feel people’s hopes rising.

So you’re the little smart ass from Poleglass.”I wanted to point out he sounded like Dr. Seuss but bit my lip and remembered the warning the old lady gave me.

Just read The Virtue of Minding Your Own Business. Oh my, what currents run deep! Beautifully seen, beautifully told. Praise praise praise . . . Pardon my French, but you are one darn major American...

Darkness crept through. Shadows pried at doors, teased dull edges of recollections that never quite took hold. Memories that would have shriveled under the blinding sun of daylight. And reason.

It feels as though it were just yesterday Grandfather exited my life like a bullet, leaving a bleeding hole behind.

We sat still, our breathing loud and rhythmic, its music melancholy, a traditional song of sorrow.

When you turn around, you’ll see something I bet you’ve never seen before. If it takes your breath away, then you’ll fit in nicely. If you don’t feel anything, then maybe you don’t belong here.

The world is indeed a cold, hard stone.

Danilo’s was the kind of place where many drinking men come to hide, be it from their wives, in-laws, their jobs or life in general. it was where men and women can come to drink...

Elsa’s mother no longer spoke to her of men and love, but of duty and fate and accepting one’s burden. As far as Elsa could tell, if love really was the inherited female domain, then...

THE NEXT DAY WAS RAIN-SOAKED and smelled of thick sweet caramel, warm coconut and ginger. A nearby bakery fanned its daily offerings. A lapis lazuli sky was blanketed by gunmetal gray clouds as it wept...

As people’s hopes soared, Jana felt a tinge of fear.

He looked along the line of children, exhibits A to C of his existence and heirs to the twisted throne of his corrupt genetics.

I don’t like coming over here at night, the girl said. The bayou is scary in the dark, all manner of things running wild out there.

There comes a hush between darkness and day.Like expectation of a caress.A murmur of silence. Tree crests peeked down at Paulette through slowly lifting fog. Bark felt around for its texture again. Morning gathered and...

Quiero esperar en silencio la séptima ola. Si, aquí cuentan la historia indómita de la séptima ola. Las primeras seis son previsibles y equilibradas. Se condicionan unas a otras, no deparan sorpresas. Mantienen la continuidad....

With more time spent in their mother’s presence, Maggie kept topics of conversation to small stuff, seldom ever wanted to dig below the surface, learned from her mother: just be polite, which makes Callie’s own...

Stallions,” Frank said, “they’re fightin’ over a girl. – DANIEL’S ESPERANZA

The emotion was the most important thing.

Thomas tilted his head towards me. “Don’t mind him, he’s drunk.””Does he work for you?” I asked him. “Who, Rick? No no no. Really though, he’s a fine gentleman, if you speak to him while...

The Booker thing was a catalyst for me in a bizarre way. It’s perceived as an accolade to be published as a ‘literary’ writer, but, actually, it’s pompous and it’s fake. Literary fiction is often...

The author is impacted by a hidden insistence that takes the shape of different combinations each time adifferent text is produced but the underlying problem remains the same for him.

Mr Martinek turned back to Jana. ‘Thirty-eight per cent alcohol, sixty-two per cent fire – all the way from Karlovy Vary.

All I want is to sleep–to dream. Life is better in dreams.

Not having any drink about ain’t the same as not understanding the need for one. Times like these change a body’s perspective.

Some people say he engineered his own arrest to gain an insight into modern methods of policing for a thriller he had planned. But you know what happens to artistic rats in prison: they have...

After all, she knows how painful it can be not to follow your heart and she knows about the obstacles and about loyalty and duty and about the countless kinds of love. If only Eve...

I don’t correct her to let her know her backdoor wisdom yanks me deep into another country, where water runs uphill.

A nose is ordinarily naked. A nose isn’t nipple, although there are similarities.

That’s what scares me the most, Paul. That I’ll just pass through life and all the people I know will just disappear, without a trace, without me ever telling them how much they mean to...

Join us. Play the game. It will bring you an untold number of rewards and you will finally have some direction and purpose in your lives. Take control of yourselves and those around you. Bend...

Short story collections are the literary equivalent of canapés, tapas and mezze in the world of gastronomy: Delightful assortments of tasty morsels to whet the reader’s appetite.

To Jana’s mind everybody seemed happy to see BAbichka and resisted returning her, like a misplaced package sent to the wrong address. It was as if the recipient opened it up, knowing it should be...

Sometimes, when we cannot attain the freedom we are fighting for, we free ourselves b carving a new path to freedom.

I offer you your life, friend, and recommend you take it.

Olga was better, in the sun, where he could see every pore in her skin. Get closer. Feel her next to him. It was all he wanted in the world. It was the last thing...

Bah! You want to hear the vilest thing a man’s done and you want him to be a hero at the same time!

Once upon a time Karen saw somebody nobody else could see. She thought to ask an old man: who were you? Once upon a time I thought to dream of medicine. Now I dream of...

Maybe that’s why I was so afraid of Sasha’s love. With him comes the remembering part that I was so good at forgetting.~Piper – ‘Breathe Me

What do writers look like?

For his lunch break, Alex decided to sit outside for a smoke. There was no break room to speak of, just a backdoor that led to a neglected parking lot and an old payphone. There...

The slick concrete reflected the facades of the work weary – grey, cracked and old,but more importantly, trodden upon.

Over the years Breece had lectured that truth was liquid. That it evaporated in the heat of passion, froze in the cold of fear, and bent itself around virginous, unpurposeful fibs. It could churn and...

He nodded, looking across the room at the sea of photographers and journalists. The microphones spread around him like birds waiting to be fed.