And sometimes I believe your relentless analysis of June leaves something out, which is your feeling for her beyond knowledge, or in spite of knowledge. I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon.What will you do after you have revealed all there is to know about June? Truth. What ferocity in your quest of it. You destroy and you suffer. In some strange way I am not with you, I am against you. We are destined to hold two truths. I love you and I fight you. And you, the same. We will be stronger for it, each of us, stronger with our love and our hate. When you caricature and nail down and tear apart, I hate you. I want to answer you, not with weak or stupid poetry but with a wonder as strong as your reality. I want to fight your surgical knife with all the occult and magical forces of the world.

Mike couldn__ believe that Mr. Mackey__ secret tragedy was connected to his store, and no one had ever told him.__o you think he__ ever take it back?_ __hy would he? His son was never found, and he still blames your dad for it. I think it__ his way of making himself feel better about the accident. He thinks horror movies are evil or something._ __hat__ stupid. Most kids are more scared of him than they are of horror movies,_ Mike said, __e shouldn__ blame my dad._ __e thinks he__ protecting the kids,_ Tim said, rolling his eyes. __ell, if he is trying to save kids, why is he so mean to us? Everyone__ afraid of him. Even Jack._ __ don__ know. I guess he__ just a cranky old man. Don__ take it personally. He__ had it rough. He has to stand on that playground everyday knowing that just over that fence, his son__ body is down there somewhere._ __hen why doesn__ he teach at another school?_ __ don__ know, bud. Sometimes people just like to torture themselves._ - Saving Hascal's Horrors

Don__ tell Mom, but I think my little emergency last night was a sign. And I was thinking of you when it happened. So, I__ worried that this is a prediction about you. Do you have something big planned? Something dangerous that you__e going to do?_ Mike looked away. He didn__ want to lie to her but he also couldn__ tell her his plan. __ell, whatever it is, don__ do it, okay? You__e going to get the feeling soon too. I know it,_ she yawned, __t feels like it__ a long way off, but I__e never had this strong a reaction before. And now that I__ stuck in bed, I can__ help you_or stop you. So please, whatever you__e doing, let it go, okay? Especially if it__ about the shop. Just let me handle it._ ____l be careful,_ he said. __uh?_ she yawned again. He didn__ answer. Her eyelids grew heavy until they closed all the way. Mike lifted the sheet that was turned down from the bed and draped it over her. Then, he left the room, closing the door behind him. - Saving Hascal's Horrors

He let go of the rope one hand at a time and latched onto Lisa__ hands. Her fingernails dug into his wrists, but her grip was strong after a summer of lifting girls into the air. It was a tug of war battle between his friends and Shawn__ ghost. The wind died down as Shawn gathered all of his energy to pull on Mike. Even though he was terrified of what was happening, Mike knew that Shawn wasn__ trying to hurt him. After all these years, he was still trying to find a way out. Shawn wanted to go home too, and he saw the hope of being rescued falling away. __hawn! Please! Let me go!_ Mike called over the dying wind, ____l get you help! We__l get you out! Just please! Let me go!_ - Saving Hascal's Horrors

I'm so alive.As I stand facing the beauty of the never-ending Pacific Ocean, a late afternoon breeze blows down from the hills behind. As always, it is a beautiful day. The sun is making its final descent. The magic is about to begin. The skies are ready to burn with brilliance, as it turns from a soft blue to a bright orange. Looking towards the West, I stare in awe at the hypnotic power of the waves. A giant curl begins to take form, then breaks with a thundering clap as it crashes on the shore.

Can we get out of here?""Your chariot awaits.""In the form of a blue Ford ute?" I curved my brow."But of course," he said in an over-the-top French accent."Sacre blur, bad accent alert!""Wow," he said, "Le rude?""Le sorry?""Le hurt." Toby clutched his heart."What can I do to soothe your shattered ego?"Toby drummed his chin thoughtfully, pacing around me. He stopped just near enough to whisper in my ear."Le kiss?