Because what could it want but the same thing as everything that lives? What life itself will always want? What else but to exist a little longer? WHAT CAME WEST by Josh Weil #sundaysentence

We form stories about everything. But how rarely we ever know the truth, even about our own lives. HEATHER by Caitlin Mullen #Sundaysentence

But when it was just the two of us, there was always a distance. Between the daughter she wanted and the person I was. THE FLAYED MAN by Chloe Lauter #SundaySentence

But trauma can lead to family. Accidents can create friendships. The world’s randomness. The unplanned-for events of your life. ALL FRIENDS ARE NECESSARY by Tomas Moniz #SundaySentence

Rage begins the way snow does A change in the light. A melancholy dusting. BAD ANIMALS by Sarah Braunstein #SundaySentence @wwnorton.com

Money was rarely about money. EL DORADO DRIVE by Megan Abbott #SundaySentence

Once you smell it, it doesn’t ever leave. Lies dormant sometimes, but other times you can sniff it through your toes, the sickness of the world. BLOOD RIVER WITCH by T. J. Martinson #sundaysentence

We are all fated for the same. All of us are haunted by memories. THE DEAD RINGER by Dane Bahr #SundaySentence

Even vegans own guns up north, but folks don’t seem to like shooting themselves. “Eat My Moose” by Erika Krouse SAVE ME, STRANGER and BEST MYSTERY AND SUSPENSE 2025 #SundaySentence

We need to be reminded from time to time how much of our lives is unknowable. “Archies” by @paultremblay.bsky.social BEST HORROR OF THE YEAR Vol 17 @datlow.bsky.social #SundaySentence

What is wrong with me that I can have everything I could ever want and have ever asked for and still wake up in the morning feeling like every day is a slog? A PSALM FOR THE WILD-BUILT by Becky Chambers @torbooks.bsky.social #sundaysentence

There was no shame at all in teaching as a writer, only fun and meaningful labor, and a fair bit of wonder. I WOULD DIE IF I WERE YOU by Emily Rapp Black #sundaysentence

History is simple, but the past is complicated. LONE WOMEN by Victor LaValle #sundaysentence

You have to create something and love it before you think about selling it. ABUNDANCE by Hafeez Lakhani #sundaysentence

Demolition work is impressive and compelling, even when it’s your own neighborhood they’re tearing down. “Sakura City” by Naomi J. Williams SACRAMENTO NOIR #SundaySentence @akashicbooks.bsky.social @naomijwilliams.bsky.social

Yes, with this woman it was simple. He just felt warm. PARADISO 17 by Hannah Lillith Assadi #SundaySentence

I get to be in this.

A part of him longed to hear the voice of another human. Another part of him hoped never to see another person as long as he lived. #SundaySentence SALVATION by C. William Langsfeld

She had just wanted to know what it was like to brush up against the dazzling future again. “Between the Shadow and the Soul” BRAWLER by Lauren Groff #SundaySentence

See, the heart was a home with many rooms, and you would never stop relying on an impossibly complex network of truths, lies, and concessions to keep it all propped up and protected like boards behind the walls or bones within the body. THE RESERVATION by Rebecca Kauffman #sundaysentence

I craved the safety of loneliness; cool and plain — that, at least, was something I knew. SOFT CORE by Brittany Newell #SundaySentence

And then all at once I was invisible fire, heaving, wings and bosom and vinegar so crisp it’d make your eyes water, but you can’t say shit like that in prose. Sorry. “The Baby” by Annie Neugebauer in THE REMAINS Issue 4 @annieneugebauer.bsky.social #sundaysentence

No accomplishment, not in climbing, not in writing, not anywhere, could save you. CRUX by Gabriel Tallent #sundaysentence

You once told me love was all consuming; / devouring everything around it / and not even spitting out the bones. “It’s a Monster Blood Drive!” from THE POET WHO CRIED MONSTER by John Sara @johnsarawriter.bsky.social @alienbuddhapress.bsky.social #SundaySentence

It wasn’t far. It never is. The horror. It’s always so much closer than we think. Atrophy Wife by Gary McMahon REMAINS issue 3 #SundaySentence

She was golden and glorious. She was as merciless as the sun. The Bright Day by Priya Sharma NIGHT AND DAY edited by Ellen Datlow #sundaysentence @priya101.bsky.social @datlow.bsky.social

Take it from me, you do not want to room with anyone who actively lives like he’s dying. I LOVE YOU BUT I’VE CHOSEN DARKNESS by Claire Vaye Watkins #sundaysentence

The heart of a person, even in troubled times, is a hopeful place. GOOD DIRT by Charmaine Wilkerson #sundaysentence

Wal*ing without a big toe was harder than he imagined. “Door to Damnation” by Lara Messersmith-Galvin in Winter 2025 Chthonic Matter Quarterly #SundaySentence

“You don’t want to be touching me,” I said. “I’m stronger than I look” BIGGEST LITTLE GIRL by Jodi Angel #sundaysentence