There doesn't seem like there should be an artful way to butcher a cow, but there is, and this is not it.

The inside of the old Camaro smelled like asphalt and desire, gasoline and dreams.

I feel like I have so many stories basting in my mind, and they come busting out when they're ready.

Do you feel better?” I asked Sam as he opened the door to the Volkswagen for me. “Yes,” he said. He was still a terrible liar. “Good,” I said. I was still a fantastic one.

I have to walk dogs." "Oh," Gansey replied, sounding deflated. "Well, okay." "But it'll only take an hour." "Oh," he repeated, about fourteen shades brighter. "Shall I pick you up, then?

Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?

I grew up with boys of all kinds - I have two brothers, and I was in a bagpipe band for several years.