Warden Jenkins, who’d rolled his eyes at Gwen for 10 years, had witnessed the conversation from the cell door suddenly believed her and his heart felt like it had just been gripped round the middle and slammed backwards into his ribcage.
Part 3 Don’t forget to check out: Part 1 Part 2 My eyelids felt like sandpaper and my mouth tasted of vomit and regret. In front of me sat The Dragon, smoke coming out of his nose and a smile on his face that made my skin crawl. I did what I could to return…
“And then hot girls in fuck all clothes had to munch on bugs to get high at night clubs.”
I am not lonely, you are lonely. Shut up!!
I do not have cops in my pocket, Mr Jones, and while I might be a man who colours outside of the lines, the kind of clout, influence and willingness to take risks is not something I’m interested in.
“You’re here, Mr. Jones, because a woman in a red dress told you to be here. Because she cried in your office and then offered you a lot of money and sweet sorrowful lies. The same reason you do everything.”
There’s something you don’t know about nightmares.
“Never let it be said that the apocalypse wasn’t beautiful.”
Harry Washington, age 8 and a half, started to wonder what his mom’s hair would look like in zero gravity.
Josh put down his beer, distantly aware that it was somehow to blame for the conversation he was having.