Libba Bray

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Agent Jones held Sinjin’s face in his hands. “I’m going to make balloon animals. People need balloon animals.” “How right you are, strange delusional man,” Sinjin said.
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Collection: Men
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On TV, talking heads wrung their hands over a lack of traditional feminine values and wondered if girls’ sports were to blame. Then they cut to a commercial featuring a sexy college coed vacuuming her dorm room in her underwear.
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Collection: Girl
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He smiles sadly. "Now I know my destiny." "What is it?" "This." He draws me in to him in a kiss. His lips are warm. He pulls me tighter in his embrace. The roots sigh and release their hold on my waist and the wound in my side is healed. "Kartik," I cry, kissing his cheeks. "It's let me go." "That's good," he says. He makes a small cry. His back arches, and every muscle in his body tightens.
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Collection: Kissing
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Free the snow globes!
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Collection: Snow
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There is no greater power on this earth than story.” Will paced the length of the room. “People think boundaries and borders build nations. Nonsense—words do. Beliefs, declarations, constitutions—words. Stories. Myths. Lies. Promises. History.” Will grabbed the sheaf of newspaper clippings he kept in a stack on his desk. “This, and these”—he gestured to the library’s teeming shelves—“they’re a testament to the country’s rich supernatural history.
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Collection: Country
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They misspelled 'party.' How evil genius can they be?
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Collection: Party
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Greetings, ax murderer! I was just wondering how you like your eggs?
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Collection: Eggs
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It's always darkest before the ultimate sparkle.
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Collection: Sparkle
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What you want can be yours. But you must first know what it is you want.
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Collection: Want
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God doesn't like lesbians," Grandma Huberman hised, throwing the magazine in the trash. Jennifer knew what lesbian meant, and she knew she probably was one. But she couldn't understand why God would hold that against her or against Monica Mathers, who'd never started a war or killed anybody, and whose deadeye three-pointers were straight-up amazing. After all, hadn't God made both of them? But people were like that, she'd noticed. They'd invoke Godly privilege at the weirdest of times and for the most stupid reasons.
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Collection: War
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Really? And what curse befalls the Adams of the world?" Ann opens her mouth and, presumably thinking of nothing to say, closes it again. It is Felicity who answers, eyes steely. "They are weak to temptation. And we are their temptresses.
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Collection: Eye
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The wolf was at the door. His shadow spilled into the room, taking it over.
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Collection: Doors
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She was tired of being told how it was by this generation, who’d botched things so badly. They’d sold their children a pack of lies: God and country. Love your parents. All is fair. And then they’d sent those boys, her brother, off to fight a great monster of a war that maimed and killed and destroyed whatever was inside them. Still they lied, expecting her to mouth the words and play along. Well, she wouldn’t. She knew now that the world was a long way from fair. She knew the monsters were real.
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Collection: Life
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He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.
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Collection: World
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Does my new feminism make me look fat?
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Collection: Feminism
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Jericho lay back down on his side, watching her breathe just an arm's length from him. She was not beautiful while she slept; her mouth hung open and she snored very lightly, and this, despite everything that had happened, made him smile.
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Collection: Beautiful
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It's so laughable that it's somewhere beyond comedy and right into tragedy again.
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Collection: Tragedy
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There are always rebels and radicals, I suppose,' McCleethy allows. 'Those who live on the fringes of society. But what do they contribute to the society itself? They reap its rewards without experiencing its costs. No. I submit that loyal, hardworking citizens who push aside their own selfish desires for the good of the whole are the backbone of the world. What if we all decided to run off and live freely without thought or care for society's rules? Our civilization would crumble. There is a joy in duty and a security in knowing one's place...It is the only way.
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Collection: Running
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...I took Advanced PowerPoint last semester. You guys are always misunderestimating me. I'm totally ready to handle the big stuff.
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Collection: Guy
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...dreams were dreams and reality was reality and she felt people were better off understanding the difference.
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Collection: Dream
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The police have asked for my help. There's been a murder." "A murder! Oh, my. Let me just change my shoes," Evie said excitedly. "It won't be a minute.
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Collection: Shoes
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She holds up a finger. "I'm getting to it. Don't rush a girl in the middle of her exposition.
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Collection: Girl
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This is how the fire starts. This is how we burn.
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Collection: Fire
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How do you invent a religion?” Evie asked. Will looked over the top of his spectacles. “You say, ‘God told me the following,’ and then wait for people to sign up.
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Collection: People
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My dad was a Presbyterian minister. Yes, I am one of those dreaded P.K.s - Preachers Kids. Be afraid.
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Collection: Dad
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Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever.
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Collection: Rose
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What did I do to make Mommy leave?” “You didn’t do anything. This isn’t your fault.” “Then why?” she’d wailed. “I don’t know,” her daddy had said, and he looked so sad. “It isn’t fair!” “No, it isn’t, baby. Not by a mile. The world’s only as fair as you can make it. Takes a lot of fight. A lot of fight. But if you stay in here, in your own little cave, that’s one less fighter on the side of fair.
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Collection: Baby
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We have work to do if you are not to be a total failure like high-waisted, acid-wash jeans.
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Collection: Jeans
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She bestowed the blessing of a wild girl's lips.
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Collection: Girl
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What kind of person doesn't let you have gummi bears?
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Collection: Food
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...I do have to wonder what sort of childhood the Grimm brothers endured. They are not a merry bunch of storytellers, what with their children roasted by witches, maidens poisoned by old crones, and whatnot.
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Collection: Brother
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It was a kiss small in its ministrations but epic in its feeling.
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Collection: Kissing
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Because 'You're perfect just the way you are,' is what your guidance counselor says. And she's an alcoholic.
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Collection: Perfect
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Harold Brodie is a louse and a lothario who cheats at cards and has a different girl in his rumble seat every week. That coupe of his is pos-i-tute-ly a petting palace. And he’s a terrible kisser to boot.” Evie’s parents stared in stunned silence. “Or so I’ve heard.
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Collection: Girl
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I hate this place,” Tiara whimpered. “It’s super creepy. Like a haunted Chuck E. Cheese’s where the games all want to kill you and you never get your pizza.
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Collection: Hate
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I know because I read. Might I suggest you try it?
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Collection: Trying
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He frowns. "A dance with the carnivorous Felicity? Why? Has she eaten all the other available gentlemen?
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Collection: Gentleman
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Pastoralia by George Saunders. Possibly my favorite book. Its one of the weirdest books Ive ever read. If Monty Python and Thomas Pynchon had a love child, and it was raised by Frank Zappa on a weird commune, that would be this book.
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Collection: Children
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I don't have time to feel sorry for myself. I've got to think.
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Collection: Sorry
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In them, she saw the sham of her life laid out like a book, the foolish belief that she, that anyone, could escape the consequences of this world, could flee from death. That was the deceit. The true serpent in the garden.
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Collection: Book
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Feast for the Fisherman, the ultimate emo band. Said to be sold with a complimentary prescription for antidepressants and a free flatiron.
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Collection: Emo
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DiscomfortWear™, shapewear designed to eliminate rills, ripples, and muffin tops. In some cases known to eliminate circulation and breathing. If you’re not uncomfortable, it’s not DiscomfortWear™.
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Collection: Breathing
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When the world moves forward too fast for some people, they try to pull us all back with their fear.
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Collection: Moving
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Memphis found his smile. 'You know me, sir. I don't wear worry.
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Collection: Worry
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It keeps her purity vacum-sealed to preserve its freshness for her future husband.
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Collection: Husband
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And just as I begin to believe that all is well, there is some subtle change in the light. The room takes its true shape. I fight to go back to that blissful ignorance, but it is too late. The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.
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Collection: Pain
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Evie wanted to cry. From fear. From exhaustion, yes. But mostly from the cruel uselessness, the damned stupid arbitrariness of it all.
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Collection: Stupid
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We've left the moment. It's gone. We're somewhere else now, and that's okay. We've still got that moment with us somewhere, deep in our memory, seeping into our DNA. And when our cells get scattered , whenever that happens, this moment will still exist in them. Those cells might be the biulding block of something new. A planet or star or a sunflower, a baby. Maybe even a cockroach. Who knows? Whatever it is, it'll be a part of us, this thing right here and now, and we'll be a part of it.
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Collection: Baby
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Amen, sister, ... All apologies to Tom Cruise.
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Collection: Apology