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“And when I do, will you come to my wedding?”
“Of course I will!”
“Good. I want you there. I want you to see my bride. I want you to know that I shan’t love her. That I’m marrying her out of spite. That I’ll be cruel to her, and punish her, because she’ll never be you. I want you to know it’ll be your fault.”

Is Heathcliff your rolemodel, kiddo?

“You’re right,” I said with a relieved sigh. “If I were him, I wouldn’t go if my date were the Virgin Mary and we were doubling with Jesus.”

Lol 🤣

“I just know I’m not ready. Yet.”
The closeness between us was suddenly gone. “You’re not going to turn into a tease, are you?” he asked, his voice still soft but now with something wary in it.
“Wait a minute. Can’t I say I’m not ready without being accused of being a tease?

Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

“How much would you appreciate it? How much does this young human mean to you?”
No one curses in New York Between unless they’re prepared to deal with the consequences. But I came close. I hate unanswerable questions almost as much as I hate bargaining with a magical animal when I’m in a hurry. But what choice did I have? “Name your price,” I said, “and we’ll see if I can meet it.”
“You,”
She's known him a day

“Hel-lo! Guys have to know there’s something in it for them. It’s just, you know, biology. You love them before the blow job, and they love you after.”
“Don’t you ever both love each other at the same time?”
Blank stare from Janelle.

Love the crickets moment.

But I overheard the doctor tell the nurse he thought I was lying about being out there for two nights and a day. I wasn’t messed up enough. And for sure I was lying either about where I started or about being on foot, because it was twenty miles from there to the place I was found.

What, she couldn't have walked twenty miles in two nights and a day?

“And you don’t look like a Beth.”
It’s one thing to step into the searchlight yourself. Dragging someone else in with you is rude. “My parents couldn’t spell ‘Goddess,’” I said, and bolted for the table where Janelle and Barb were sitting.

CLose enough.

The ladybugs tried to distract him from his sorrow by doing a little dance. “Oh, stop it,” said Jack the Lesser. “I’m not in the mood.”
Moses, Bathsheba, and Arthur C. Clarke continued to do something approximating a conga line. Or perhaps they were coming down with a virus.

Not poor Arthur C. Clarke. 😭

My own father was the river god Peneus, and my mother was a former village maiden who, taking her ease by river bathing one hot late summer afternoon, felt the lap and sinew of my father around, beneath, within. Rivers are promiscuous, ardent, and deep.

Where to get a river husband? Asking for a friend.

Trying the fridge, he found a six-pack minus two cans, the doggie bag from the restaurant he’d taken Sharon to, and an apple so wizened, it looked like a large walnut.
He grabbed the doggie bag and set it on the counter. “I don’t have much. You can have the leftovers.”

Really spoiling the literal angel here, are we.

Mike O’Driscoll lives and writes in Swansea, England.

Swansea is in Wales.

January 1. The new year begins. I have sent my resignation to Homeworld and have destroyed my ultrawave equipment. The links are broken. Tomorrow, when the city offices are open, Elizabeth and I will go to get the marriage license.

And then they got married.

Remembering her kisses, her lips running along the ridge marking the place where my chest opens. The fascination of the abomination. She will love me even if I am crustaceous beneath.
I had to have help.

Poor alien is out of his depth.

This is unreal and dreamlike to me. I have revealed myself, thinking to drive her away in terror; she is no longer aghast, and smiles at my strangeness.

Ah, your first monsterlover.

This is not to suggest that Evelyn was in the least demure. When she was not occupied in screaming, she carried on a breathy prattle of OhJesusyesses and fuckmeharders and similar encouragements, a trait that I found distancing.

Other people could only hope for that kind of enthusiastic vocal feedback. 😂

‘What Susan and I had,’ he told Charlotte when it was over, ‘most people will never understand.’
‘Oh, I understand perfectly. You think you’re the first middle-aged man to make a fool of himself over girls young enough to be his granddaughters?’

He's not even original.

Her few lovers had touched neither heart nor flesh in any memorable way, and while she did not especially desire men, she could not conceive of making love with women.

We call that being ace.

“So many misunderstandings because words get in the way. People unable to imagine how other people feel because you can’t explain to someone with just words a feeling of jealousy and gladness mixed up with the desire to see a loved one succeed.”
I refrained from pointing out that she just had.

Shh, nobody tell her.

“Good-bye, Melanie dear,” Nina said, and laughed again. She laughed and nodded at the porter. I stared into the black hole as the hammer fell. On an empty chamber. And another. And another.
“Good-bye, Nina,” I said as I pulled Charles’s long pistol from the raincoat pocket. The explosion jarred my wrist and filled the room with blue smoke.

Surprise!

My first husband was a dog, all snuffling, clumsy, ardent devotion.

Who's a good boy?

There in that other time/universe, the terrific little persons of Cissalda had spent an eternity making love to one another. But their capacity for passion was enormous, beyond calculation, intense and never-waning. It could be called fornigalactic.

The thirst is real.😂

They conflicted, contested, schemed to exhaustion, and risked their lives.
Just like an abyss, some jumped over and got out, while some didn’t make it, falling to their deaths.
And, that abyss had a name. It was… jianghu.

Roll credits.

At first, Zhang Chengling had been earnest in running over to spectate them, thinking about what he could learn. Later on, he had discovered that their fights were too bitter, and he could only learn moves such as ‘Black Tiger Digs Out the Heart’, ‘Monkey Steals the Peach’, and ‘Universe Goes Topsy-Turvy’, which really had no reference value.

Lol poor kid.

“I’m here, but you’re going to sleep without saying anything. Don’t you know that I have indecent designs on you?”
Inwardly, Zhou Zishu opined that this person had reached such a state of shamelessness that it had no pioneers before him nor would there be any successors after him, and truly could not think of anything to say to him.

Shameless ML being shameless.

“Did Brother Wen see what my face is made of yet?”
“Human skin.” Wen Kexing replied after moments of pensiveness.
Zhou Zishu seemed to agree without thinking.
Wen Kexing stared at his hands. “Strange… How strange, it feels like it’s become one with your body.”
Zhou Zishu replied unperturbedly, “It’s a shame to admit this, but I’m actually born with it.”

😂

Forever yours, because as you said, forever is composed of nows. I’m yours now, I’ve been yours since that very first now, and that’s an infinite collection of nows you can hold on to. Time isn’t real, but moments are.

That is romantic, ngl.

“Lucy. Babe. I know you’re not going to hurt me. You just tore off the heads of not one but two vampires with your bare hands to protect me. And I’ve been trying to kill Ford for years, so this is awesome. We’re good. I promise. Horrifying gore aside, I’m not not into this side of you.”

And then they got married.

As her mouth explores me I know, in the tiny part of my brain still capable of rational thought, that I should be concerned about that mouth and what it contains.

Not about the people downstairs waiting for you while you make out with your vampire girlfriend?

I prevented seventeen—seventeen!—more attempts to assassinate Turkey’s president and blame one side or the other. I never even met the man, and yet it felt all I was ever doing was keeping him alive.

That one annoying 'protect the NPC' quest.

“No, I did it! I ended the war! They’ve just signed an armistice. It’s over.”
The Doctor frowned at me. I had expected to earn a smile, or at least less of a frown, which counted as a smile for the Doctor. Instead, her frown deepened.
“What do you mean?”
“I wish you had consulted me first. It’s very inconvenient.”
“Inconvenient,” I repeated with numb lips.

Tough crowd.