I'm going to eviscerate you and leave your organs on a pike in the yard as a warning to those who wear large jewelry.

The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.

The wolf was at the door. His shadow spilled into the room, taking it over.

You are unique, and this is a beautiful, beautiful thing, grasshopper.

Our mouths and bodies speak for us in a new language as the trees shake loose a rain of petals that stick to our slickness like skins we will wear forever. And just like that, I am changed.

Maybe that's what real friendship is -- getting so used to people that you need to be annoyed by them.

There is no greater power on this earth than story.