Moldy

“I'm no longer a short story. I'm now a novel.
Better yet, I'm a work in progress.”
― Adam Silvera, The First to Die at the End

“I tried to feel it. I did, I swear. I reached for it, squeezed my eyes shut as tight as I could and begged for it. I pretended I was stretching my hands out into the darkness behind my eyelids, fingers splayed wide, trying to find even the barest touch of something out there in the abyss. To feel the warmth Mom always assured me was waiting once I accepted God into my heart.
There was nothing. Always nothing.”
― Andrew Joseph White, Hell Followed With Us

“My name? My name is nothing compared to Orion.”
“No, I love your name. You’ve got tons of nickname opportunities. I got O, and that’s it. Oh, actually, I also had people calling me ‘Oreo’ in high school. Hated that.”
“That’s bad, but at least you didn’t have to deal with ‘Valentino’s Day’ every Valentines Day. I had to ask out my friends’ crushes for them like I was Cupid.”
“I’m so sorry, Cupid.”
“It’s okay, Oreo.”
― Adam Silvera, The First to Die at the End

“I write short stories because I am one.
I wish I was a novel.
Breaths away from midnight, I know my final chapter is close.
I look up at Valentino, wondering what life could’ve offered if I had more pages in me.”
― Adam Silvera, The First to Die at the End