The Evil Thing Is Inside, Not Out.

A Light Was On In The Kitchen. His Mother Sat At The Kitchen Table, As Still As A Statue. Her Hands Were Clasped Together, And She Stared Fixatedly At A Small Stain On The Tablecloth. Gregor Remembered Seeing Her That Way So Many Nights After His Dad Had Disappeared. He Didn't Know What To Say. He Didn't Want To Scare Her Or Shock Her Or Ever Give Her Any More Pain. So, He Stepped Into The Light Of The Kitchen And Said The One Thing He Knew She Wanted To Hear Most In The World. "hey, Mom. We're Home.

Fire Beats Roses Again.

Right Before The Explosions Begin, I Find A Star.

To Be Honest, I'm Not Much Of A Drinker. It Makes Me Sick, And I Hate That.

Sometimes When Things Are Particularly Bad, My Brain Will Give Me A Happy Dream.