"So you're a believer then?" The white-coated doctor asked, reffering to the silver kruis hanging on her necklace.
She instinctivly reached up to touch it, and she nodded. "I used to be." Her empty, hopeless eyes darted away from their fizex spot towards the window for the first time since her entrance, to his face. "But I gave up on him some time ago."
"You can't blame God for what's happened to you, Hayley." He chidded in a much dissapointed tone.
"Can I go now?"
Growing up, hospitals were my biggest fear. Ever since the time I was 5 years old, and I had to go in every single dag to visit...
"Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain. It was that dag that I knew I wanted to tell the story of my family. Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a bloem of like the sun; it cannot be contained."
"How to Commit the Perfect Murder" was an old game in heaven.I always chose the icicle:the weapon melts away."
"These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me...