Our future does split. It is constantly peeling off on new paths.
Engage your deepest curiosities as the author whisks you through an experience that could alter your concept of love forever.
Whether you exist in this ecosystem or that, Sliced Americana is always served up hot and fresh.
Chapter so deep, you may never find your way back. Let yourself be snowed in with this luminous look at Americana.
Danny heard it as he pushed through the powder towards her. He took off his skis Next to Cindy. Surveying the situation, Danny could see this was a life or death emergency. The Douglas fir’s spearlike branch jutted out of Cindy’s down jacket.
We sat at a table in the corner of the bar. I instantly noticed the band-aid perched over Ally's right eyebrow. I shook my head slightly and laughed to myself in honor of the sheer idiocy of their relationship.
I woke in the ambulance to paramedics looming over me. I could smell vomit inside the oxygen mask they had strapped to my face. They asked me questions, not sure if they were supposed to do that. I couldn't answer anyway. I still can't believe that in the midst of all that horror, confusion, and sadness, I could lay there with selfish, trivial thoughts.
Danny reached into the dry powder snow. His hands followed the contours of Cindy’s leg. Her hips were a wondrous goal, but he did not dwell there. His fingers did glide over the target; Mentally aware and cataloging the experience for future reference. Danny’s hands continued to her shoulders.
Don't be shy. Have a lengthy, leering look.