There are moments when you can only stand and stare, watching the world forget you as you remove yourself from it - when you overcome it and cease to exist as the person you were.

Around us I can sniff out a savagery in the noisy southern air. It knifes it's way into my nose, but I do not bleed blood. It's fear I bleed, and it gushes out over my lip. I wipe it away, in a hurry.

Clearly," said Arthur,"you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.

...they watched the humans disappear. They watched them dissolve, like moving tablets in the humid air.

Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.

You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind.

It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.