You could write a book about things that you can't find on-line.

My parents had always been so careful with me, until the day they decided I needed to die.

Really, Rachel looked like a sun, bright and exuding energy, holding us two moons in a parallel orbit by the sheer force of her will.

I sense that his drowning but I don't have any idea of how to start to put my hand into the water and save him.

He was struck by the details of the moment. This was something he needed to remember, when he dreamt. This feeling right here: heart thudding, pollen sticky on his fingertips, July pricking sweat at his breastbone, the smell of gasoline and someone else's charcoal grill.

This is a love story. I never knew there were so many kinds of love or that love could make people do so many different things. I never knew there were so many different ways to say goodbye.

The Boy should watch where he’s going,” she said. “Rachel should not manifest in doorways,” I replied.