In Atlanta, it's always twelve noon, so hot your lungs feel sticky with the humidity and your limbs are too heavy to move ( Read more... )

Oh baby, you went the wrong way. Two thousand miles in the wrong direction. I'm Atlantic not Pacific. My lights are New York, not Las Vegas. You went the wrong way, and I swear those pangs of missing you I had in the week or so before? I swear that must have been my heartstrings being pulled taught as you got further away ( Read more... )

When she left, his world was full of spaces and shadows ( Read more... )

She has the most delicate bones you've ever seen ( Read more... )

And suddenly, when she looks over at him, with her feet propped up on the dash and her hair a mess and her eyes bleary and blank from lack of sleep, suddenly it doesn't matter that they've driven two hundred miles, infinitely more still to go. It doesn't matter that the car smells like overheated foam rubber, or that they're on the bad side of half ( Read more... )

Byron had appeared in my dreams long before he ever appeared in my waking hours, a boy my age with dark messy hair and aristocratic features. He was striking enough in his dress and mannerisms, but what clung to me most when I awoke were his eyes ( Read more... )

There are three stories Marlene tells about her first kiss, and none of them are true.

( I. II. III. )

messages to your answering machine
part one

Hi, you ( Read more... )

Just finished Twilight and I think my biggest problem with the writing is that I am totally jealous I didn't think of it, because I feel like I could do so much with that plot. Egotistical? Yes definitely. So anyway, since I didn't, I thought I'd revisit my urban myth story, so here we go.

( this dead road leads down )

"How was your day?"

"Like all the rest."