fiction

Anyone could be anybody. (Eric)

All who hear are called. All who are called are able.

From Flood, Flash, and Pheromones--coming soon:In the torrential downpour with water swirling that threatened to pull her down, she didn__ see the voice__ owner. The hurricane had blessed the entire city with a surprise drenching. All weather reports had predicted it to pass over with sporadic rainfall but that didn__ happen. The storm settled over Houston as if it had no intention to move on. Cassie flailed in panic as the roof of her car disappeared under the water twenty feet beyond. She prayed once more that the container in it was watertight. And that she__ see her car again. Then she concentrated on living. Where had the voice come from?

I wanted to survive__ot for my kind, but for trust, for friendship, for another being. (Eric)

I didn__ even have a name for her, shade or human, but I didn__ need one to know her. (Eric)

I don't know about you, but I find the idea of a school at night time - imagining the silent classrooms in total darkness and the playgrounds left lonesome and bare - creepily peculiar.

The old are often forgotten. Life moves on without a care for those who wish to remain in the past. We tend to talk too much because it__ rare that we__e listened to.

What are you doing with all these books?" I asked, stepping towards a tall stack on the floor. I ran my fingers down the spines, recognizing a few familiar titles from School: Heart of Darkness, The Great Gatsby, and To the Lighthouse.Caleb came beside me, his warm shoulder brushing against mine. "I do this funny thing sometimes," she said, shooting me a mischievous grin. "I open a book, and I look at each page. It's called reading

Oh you're one of those people are you? The people who ask God for something and when they get it, they tell God to forget about answering that particular prayer because it's just happened. That's one of my pet hates, I'm sorry.

I brought Sammy inside and put him to bed. Said his prayer with him. ___ow I lay me down to sleep__ To me, just random noise. Gibberish. I wasn__ sure exactly what it was, but I felt that, when it came to God, there was a broken promise in there somewhere.

Commentators frequently blame MMORPGs for an increasing sense of isolation in modern life. But virtual worlds are less a cause of that isolation than a response to it. Virtual worlds give back what has been scooped out of modern life. The virtual world is in important ways more authentically human than the real world. It gives us back community, a feeling of competence, and a sense of being an important person whom people depend on.

From Flood, Flash, and Pheromones--coming soon:As Cassie__ body hurled toward him in the swirl, she realized the brevity of the situation. This was it. This was the moment that determined whether she lived to see another day or drowned in this filthy brown water. This was the moment she proved she had never been a quitter, never been a weakling. All the problems she__ dealt with at work today seemed trivial.

This is not one of your fictions where people bleed ink.

I__ prefer you accuse my son, so he can defend his innocence rather than prolong unnecessary guilt." (Spoken by Bracke, told by Eric)

I don't know if you've ever been covered head to toe in prickle bush, but let me tell you, it's not a pleasant experience, as I'm sure you can imagine.

For me, at least, fiction is the only way i can even begin to twist my lying memories into something true.

Don't ruin a good story with the facts.

Fiction is an urgent business. It is the Dying Us telling stories to the Dying Us, trying to crack the nonsense in our heads open with a big hammer pronto, before Death arrives.