The robots were humongous and tremendous. And they attacked and the men ran away but the women didn’t because the robots were love machines.

The birds looked gentle from where she stood. Graceful. Free. But they were anything but gentle. They were scavengers. Just like her husband

He took the suffering of others to heart and became burdened by the idea of luxury. So he told his wife that she was his luxury and he left.

The mirror deserved to get punched. It was rude. It’s been rude to me for ages. It doesn’t understand how much it hurts my feelings. Stupid.

Clouds rolled in and the warmth retreated and she cupped her coffee harder. She didn’t like coffee. But she needed to feel like a real adult

There is a blandness to his face that conjures an empty room. But that doesn’t stop the bull from charging. Or the crowd from getting drunk.