October 2010
“Memory is the only thing that binds you to earlier selves; for the rest, you...”
– Charlotte Gray, Sebastian Faulks (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
Short Story Number Two Hundred and Fifty One
I was looking through the window and I saw a very young couple walk past. Their faces were hard and sad and it looked like they weren’t going to make it. I had the sudden urge to just run out and run up to them and shout, hey, it’s OK, you guys can sort out anything, just don’t give up, just don’t give up like I did when I was your age, if you give up then everything will...
Short Story Number Two Hundred and Fifty
We were holding onto each other and I could smell your coat and it was keeping me together. We were like this for ages and we kept completely still. We were like buildings. We didn’t want to get old and die. We wanted to stay around forever. So I tried to listen to you and never forget that this is what happy is. That some people never find someone as amazing as you.
“People should fall in love with their eyes closed.”
– Andy Warhol (via galacticspacepunch)
“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of...”
– To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (via coolsundays)
“As I sat down, though, I realised that you can get so used to certain luxuries...”
– Jeannette Walls, Half Broke Horses (via distantheartbeats)
Short Story Number Two Hundred and Forty Nine
We were seeing each other everyday. I was changing and I could feel you push into me like this was exactly what I needed. You asked me if I wanted to live forever. You asked me if we would always be this way. ’Yeah,’ I said, ‘we will.’ And then you reached for my hand. And your hand was soft in the middle and hard at the edges. It was perfect.
Anonymous asked: Are you aware that your short stories are spineless paragraphs that aren't even decent settings or introductions for most writers? They come off incredibly pretentious and I just had to say it. I just read a 77-page short story, and I am just fucked over trying to figure out why people even read them. I'm sure you like books, or maybe their covers, since those covers are...
Anonymous asked: i love your stories.
i love novels and i love reading at school, i'm only 13.
i always love to wonder and ponder about the future and just life in general, and your stories are like adventures of mine.
your short stories are so short and it's like a whole incompleted part of something and that simple simplicity just amazes me.
like i just have this urge to...
i love novels and i love reading at school, i'm only 13.
i always love to wonder and ponder about the future and just life in general, and your stories are like adventures of mine.
your short stories are so short and it's like a whole incompleted part of something and that simple simplicity just amazes me.
like i just have this urge to...
migrantsinafeverland asked: We have to talk sometime about the fact that you have excellent taste in movies.
Anonymous asked: Could you please post a list of all of your favorite books?
Short Story Number Two Hundred and Forty Eight
It was late at night and the shadows were on my bedroom walls again. I had already asked them to go away because I needed to sleep. ‘But we feel like talking,’ one of them said, looking at me with his stupid shape. I sighed and looked at him and asked him what was wrong. ‘Nothing,’ he said. ‘We just like to talk to you. We haven’t seen you all day.’ And...
Short Story Number Two Hundred and Forty Seven
We walked through the cold and the snow and we were nearly at the convenience store. I watched how you breathed in snowflakes. I watched the way your hair moved. You looked so warm and beautiful with all your winter stuff. I wished that I was your winter stuff. I wished that I was the things that you wanted to be near.
“There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do...”
– Neil Gaiman (via sighingtrees)
“One should never underestimate the power of books.”
– Paul Auster (via suzywire)
Short Story Number Two Hundred and Forty Six
It was cold outside so we sat in my apartment and we talked about a few things. We talked about your job and your crazy boss. We talked about moving in together. And we talked about how doing some travelling would be good and that buying a cat would be good too. I wanted to tell you that you make me feel alive. That my heart is not old and dusty anymore. That for the first time ever it feels...
Short Story Number Two Hundred and Forty Five
We had planned to spend the whole day on this bench because we both thought it would be cool to sit and watch people. We had wanted to get coffee and sit here and talk and watch and become something great. This is what I had imagined. This is what I had planned. But there was no one around now. And we were cold and the coffee was gone and we had run out of things to say. So I put my hand on...
