I had to get used to this, the hunger, or it would eat me from inside out.

Blue in action was a matter of life or death, and you avoided it at all costs, not jump into it like Chikara unless you wanted to die.

she was the first boy I had ever kissed and I wanted to be kissing a boy but I wanted so badly to be a girl while doing it

Our collective moisture and heat condensating in the sky, the first cycle of a dynamic and unpredictable climate in this new home: the end of her quest.

On Easter morning I found the head lodged in the dirt of my backyard, upright and still alive.

When she opened her eyes, she found that the water stain on the ceiling had grown even larger.