Make Something Up

After two weeks, Rachel was no longer so sure. The food bag was still half full. In fact, it seemed a little heavier than it had been when she’d first made her bargain.

The moral craved stories of immorality,

And guys like me, we know the score. Unless we’re John Belushi or John Candy, no hottie is going to put you in that kind of an eye-lock so, right away, I know enough to look away from her in shame.

To relieve the pressure, he pictured himself shoveling words into a furnace where they burned to power a colossal ocean liner

sepaciating

He wanted to be—and not to be—but at the same time. That’s what a pioneering genius he was.

The blood and motor oil had the same quality of inky black.

His impossible task, Felix’s trial had been to make a life in this seething home where every slice of bread was buttered with disdain.

“Clara used to work in infant wear,” the manager explains, “selling onesies.”