Javier Wylam

“I opened my eyes to the sound of my phone ringing. The bedside clock read 10:05 PM. Rudy’s name displayed on my phone.
“Rudy? Where are you?”
“Boss, I’m okay, really. It’s just that my car broke down. I’m near a city called…hold on a sec, a city called Beaumont, Texas.”
“But you’re alright? Where’s your car right now? What’s wrong with it?”
― Behcet Kaya, Uncanny Alliance

“It was a talking picture, one in which I heard the voice of my mother, and then my father's - always affectionate and kind - and the barking of Clara, his gun-dog, calling me into the garden to play. The boys and girls of my childhood, the ones I had played with during the happiest days of my life. All this - this film I was watching without ever having meant to see it, this magic lantern that my subconscious had lit against my will - all this filled the night of waiting before the leap into the great unknown with sweet, gentle memories and emotions”
― Henri Charrière, Papillon

“Alisha was now sitting in a shabby armchair with her face buried in a tissue. ‘It’s when someone is kind,’ she whispered, ‘You can keep going until someone is kind.”
― Elizabeth Tebby Germaine, A MAN WHO SEEMED REAL: A story of love, lies, fear and kindness

“He turned and saw Becky, crying in the doorway of her house. What was he doing here? Turning back he saw flashing blue lights at the end of the road, and realised the ringing in his ears was the sound of approaching sirens.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room