Tobias Wade

We’re going to find what they were so afraid of, and we’re going to release it to the world.

Some flowers only grow from corpses. She must have thought it was symbolic, but it was disgusting to me.

My mother cost 10,000 dollars. That’s the standard price for a hit. My father was 25,000 because he was considered an “important person” — at least important enough to demand a formal investigation into his death.

Guys like Chase don’t look twice at girls like me. It doesn’t matter if we like all the same music.

This time the hand simply presses against the underside of the glassy window. Fingers spread wide in an intimate gesture as though inviting my touch from the other side.

All those years my mother used to drag me down to the church, she never once told me that God isn’t the one who listens to the midnight prayers.

You’d be amazed at how many people have died in the most innocuous places.

“No motels. No inns, no beds no breakfasts — nobody stays here.”

“He’s dead,” she said, standing up. “Can I call this in to the police, or is that too much of an inconvenience for you too?”

“I’m happy. I’d never cry.”

“Just do it already. You’ve been here long enough,” she said.

I use these four phases of the story as bullet points when I’m outlining, then I begin writing once I have a little blurb for each.