mystery

Let the mystery carry you breathlessly along.

I stared hard, trying to find a pattern. Thinking if I kept looking hard enough, maybe the pieces of the world would fit back together into something I could understand.

A warm feeling fell over the boy. A mix of security and comfort, as if a blanket were wrapping its soft layers around his heart and nuzzling him snuggly. Gavin loved his mother, and he would be forever grateful to his father for protecting her. The whole mystery behind it made him itch with curiosity, however.

She was sad and lost and alone in the dark," Cecil said. "She needed somebody to hold her.""And you think she's going to get tired of that?""You did," Cecil said. "You shut me right out.""It was your decision, not mine," Dave said. "You are the dearest thing in life to me. You're bright and funny and gentle and decent and full of life. And I will never get tired of you, and neither will Chrissie. It's not up to her anyway. You're the adult. Tell her the truth -- that it was an act of kindness that got out of hand.""I can't hurt her like that," Cecil said. "It will hurt more the longer you let it go on.

I was someone hungry for stories; more specifically, I was someone who craved after facts...I was, you see, at the start of this tale, a person with history. I had no story of my own. Lacking this, I developed a curiosity about other people's lives.

Who you are is a mystery no one can answer, not even you.

when I see you, I see mystery - a pale moon's beauty behind a veil of cloud

His attitude to physical clues was rather like that of the modern Christian to miracles. They could happen, but probably not just at the moment.

I started to crawl off; then I remembered my leftover pizza, and I peeled off the salami, pepperoni, and anchovies and placed them on the CD tray (whicn no one used these days with flash drives around)on Boone's computer. I hit the close button and watched the smelly part of my delicious dinner slide away. Boone would have a great time wondering 'where's that smell coming from?

Terrible accident; body parts was everywhere_-fingers, toes, wings, beaks. Ambulance people tried to scoop him all up, but apparently it ain__ so easy as you might think__elling a chicken from a Chinaman, I mean. Anyways, they got his weight off his driver__ license, picked up a hundred and thirty pounds of pieces and buried __m. Now his wife come every year 'bout this time to pay her respects. We don't serve chicken while she's here. Hope you ain't got a taste for it.

It__ still all __fs_ __uts_ and __aybes_._ __aybe,_ I said. __ut if what I__ saying is correct _

Indignation is often the best defense.

If you don't like the path your life has taken, choose another.

Meaning, yes -- I don't really exist except on the page or in the back of your brain. But if you think it's weird a fictional character's telling this story, you ain't seen what happened, yet.

The smell of dead fish lingered in the air, and excited flies darted from fish to fish lapping up the decay.

Humans are curious creatures. What we cannot see, our logical minds will try to deny.

That could be a very sexy story.

I want to keep you, till the end of days.