“Liquid Agony.”

[her eyes] “They were watery and panicked, though everything about her demeanor denoted calm. Somewhere, Adam thought, underneath the violent blue of them, something was screaming in liquid agony. He then noticed her mouth, full lipped and the same brittle dusky pink that some rose petals possessed on their way to the grave. They seemed to have no moisture in them, papery and fragile, Adam imagined them dissolving in the rain.”

From a manuscript titled “Experiment.”

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“Splendid and Shattering Thing.”

“Then she shocked Adam and actually smiled – no half crooked grin of agreement or understanding, but a smile so real and so threatening that he felt that smile curl up and go to sleep somewhere deep and dark in his brain, where, he decided, he may one day need to remember such a splendid and shattering thing.”

From a manuscript titled “Experiment.”

“Intimate and Intimidating.”

“They avoided each other and the subject of conversation as though he had asked her something seedy and secretive that shouldn’t be discussed with anyone at any time like favored masturbation techniques or who she saw in her minds eye when she came. Some things were so deeply in bedded in the dark places of a persons mind that when they are called to question, the conversation freezes and the tongue gets tied for fear of what the world may think of the company you keep inside yourself at such intimate and intimidating moments in time.”

From a manuscript titled “Experiment.”

“Falling.”

“There was always the chance of falling, this was known amongst the roof folk, but I’ve always thought it a strange facet of the human condition – our preoccupation with falling, I mean. We pretend we’re scared of falling but we’re not. We’re scared of the broken bones and infinite end. We’re scared of death, not the path we take to it.”

From my current manuscript, “Rooftops”.

“Hounds of Hormone Hell.”

“April asked, her face all freckles and fat. It was cute then, the roundness of her face, the little paunch of belly that hung over some of her tighter jeans; but I knew it wouldn’t be cute forever. I was banking on April ending up fat and ugly, with crooked teeth and oily, acne riddled skin. All the things that I had waited for puberty to deliver to me that had never come, in some way I hoped the hounds of hormone hell were stockpiling for my oh so cute and cuddly sister.”

From my current manuscript, “Rooftops”.