Isaac Marion

“She liked to keep her scent a mystery”

— Isaac Marion

You might say that death has relaxed me.

— Isaac Marion

My favorite songs change every year.

— Isaac Marion

“Stop shrugging, shrugger.”

— Isaac Marion

“The shadows in God's boarded-up basement.”

— Isaac Marion

Enough white lies can scorch the earth black.

— Isaac Marion

No praise, no blame. Just so.

— Isaac Marion

“Responsible murder is the new recycling.”

— isaac marion

“Prepositions are painful, articles are arduous, adjectives are wild overachievements.”

— Isaac Marion

“What you are, I once was. What I am, you will become.”

— isaac marion

How do I appear unthreatening when her lover's blood is running down my chin?

— Isaac Marion

“I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.”

— Isaac Marion

“I imagine that's what being full-dead is like. And emptiness vast and absolute.”

— Isaac Marion

It was fun, but it's over now. This is how things go.

— Isaac Marion

The moment the light went out, everyone stopped pretending.

— Isaac Marion

...wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it.

— Isaac Marion

I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.

— Isaac Marion

The shadows of the room pool in the lines of our faces, draining our eyes of hue. "There's nothing left worth saying.

— Isaac Marion

There is a chasm between me and the world outside of me. A gap so wide my feelings can't cross it. By…

— Isaac Marion

“There's no rule book for the world. It's in our heads, our collective human hive-mind. If there are rules, we're the ones…

— Isaac Marion

“There is mud everywhere, slicking the asphalt and piling up in corners along with the detritus of daily life: pop cans, cigarette…

— Isaac Marion

“The opposite of memory--hope. SO things that are gone can still matter. So we can build off our pasts and make futures.”

— Isaac Marion

“And considering I haven't showered in over a week, you really don't smell much worse than I do; maybe we'll cancel each…

— Isaac Marion

“He didn't come to make friends. He's got fire in his eyes and a sword in his mouth and he came to…

— Isaac Marion

I used to split my time between writing, music and painting. I would work on a book and then abandon it, start…

— Isaac Marion

The sports arena Julie calls home is unaccountably large, perhaps one of those dual-event 'super venues' built for an era when the…

— Isaac Marion

“The ethics of eating people are blurry at best in the fog of my undead amnesia, but I expect more for such…

— Isaac Marion

“I think I remember what love was like before. There were complex emotional and biological factors. We had elaborate tests to pass,…

— Isaac Marion

“Crying. Expelling grief from the body in the form of salt water. What's its purpose? How did it evolve, and why are…

— Isaac Marion

I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want…

— Isaac Marion

“It feels like days since we've made eye contact. We avoid it like we expect to be injured. When did we learn…

— Isaac Marion

“ARE YOU ASKING ME WHAT THOUGHTS YOU SHOULD THINK?? What kind of Orwellian police state do you think I'm running here? Think…

— Isaac Marion

“Everything dies eventually. We all know that. People, cities, whole civilizations. Nothing lasts. So if existence was just binary, dead or alive,…

— Isaac Marion

“In front of a big aluminum building with a plywood cross on the roof, I kneel in a puddle and splash water…

— Isaac Marion

She gathers my half of the blankets around her and curls up against the wall. She will sleep for hours more, dreaming…

— Isaac Marion

He is spent. His mind is mercury again, its brief surge of humanity melting into an oily residue on its surface, and…

— Isaac Marion

“Now here is an oddity. A question for the zombie philosophers. What does it mean that my past is a fog but…

— Isaac Marion

“As she dampens my shirt with sadness and snot, I realize I'm about to do another thing I've never done before. I…

— Isaac Marion

“I finally drift back to sleep. I'm in the darkness. The molecules of my mind are still scattered, and I float through…

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“Suddenly exhausted, she closes her eyes and slips into nightmares again. Graveyards rising out of the ocean. Her friends’ corpses in the…

— Isaac Marion