To say that the weather was bad was to say that nature was bad, and the mere concept that weather could be good or bad was to anthropomorphise it beyond the point that Patrick was comfortable.
She was a cocktail breed, a little bit of everything shaken up and poured into a medium-sized dog with funny ears.
Enough Pain to Feel Alive
“Look at me when I’m talking to you!”
Cheap Surgery By D.I. Jolly
“You know he hates being home alone at night, and I won’t be able to really enjoy myself if I’m worrying about him the whole time. You said you’d support me on this!”
Morituri te Salutant By D.I. Jolly
If love isn’t connection, then what is it?”
Tranquility By D.I. Jolly
“I come from a much bigger country than you.”
Friendship By D.I. Jolly
I never imagined that I’d have to live in a world… a world like this.
The Cracked Mug By D.I. Jolly
At a glance you wouldn’t say she was anything special, but she was, she really, really was. Her personality lit up the bar, it stoked the fires, her smile was an epic guitar solo, and you knew you had walked into her domain from the moment you stepped through the door.
Mirrors and Glass By D.I. Jolly
The idea was she would stand naked, or as naked as she could stand, in front of the mirror and read the words out loud every day.
Thursday By D.I. Jolly
Boy my folks are proud of me.