"… but this is a wake in the sky and it requires a glass of whiskey, miss."
— Joshua Mohr, from “Wake in the Sky”
"In the evenings, in a bed on the floor I shared with my brother, nightmares of the bottles and shoes in the muck at the bottom of the lake, those lost children. I dreamed of floating off on the calm water, then slipping down beneath its surface, the bottom slime in my hair, my fingers turning blue."
— Holly Karapetkova, from “Lake House”
"This morning I murder your mother, but then I always murder your mother."
— Lincoln Michel, from “Routine” at Monkeybicycle.net
"I press play. Rob Base owns my four-inch speakers: Dunk. Duh Duh Duh. I start the grind, the slow build up to tasteful finale of crotch feints and double bicep isolations. It takes two."
From “The Widow Teasdale and the Ineffable Warmth of Personal Services” by Drew Jackson.
In the Monkeybicycle archive.