Taylor M Welch
It feasted upon every beautiful thing. Monsters often do. Ridding the world of its niceties, stealing the good away from the light.
At Eternity's Gate
I was the hopeless romantic. And she… She was the focus of my desire. I was under the belief that the world was made up of good-- pure, pure good-- and complications. There was no such thing as evil or wrong. Only complications, weaving in and out of my line of sight.
To truly appreciate this story, you need to know that my father was an extremely prideful man. My entire family built furniture, and my father followed suit, becoming an upholsterer.
Deus Ex Machina
Her modus operandi was to drive the rotting beast into the ground and feel every second of it. Scrape, thud. Scrape, thud. Scrape, thud.
Tell me about the last time you were happy. Actually, truly happy. Do you remember? Or are you attempting to fill in the blanks?
I saw her dark hair fall Across her snow-white back Right then and there, I felt so small Before the one, my heart would crack
“Hello. My name is Kimmy. Welcome to our first date.” I straighten in my chair-- pull down my shirt, adjust my tie, smooth back whatever hair I have left. “Hi Kimmy,” I answer. “You’re... you're very beautiful.”
Let’s say— for the hell of it— that you’ve just awarded me with $20,000. Suppose I won your writing competition, and acquired more money than anyone would know what to do with. Naturally, we’d have to ask ourselves a few questions: