#stranger

Truth is not only stranger than fiction, it is more interesting. ↗

— William Randolph

#interesting #more #only #stranger #than

This work is the link between my Dear Natalie piece and my upcoming Agatha work. It bridges that lapse in time and shows how my thinking has changed. It shows me telling a story through the surreal and trying to use thought fragments alone to show a tortured existence. This piece was written after the Dear Natalies and before the Agatha mystery, but it is meant to be read after you’ve already read both. This book is a bridge between two books, which would make it a bridge between two bridges. That’s strange, but I’ve seen stranger. Like the time I woke up in a fish tank, having morphed into a goldfish during my sleep. I still fear the sound of a flushing toilet, and since then I refuse to let myself fall asleep while wearing flippers. This book is 3,088 words of pure nonsense, strung together like pearls hurled at bacon. Yum! ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#bacon #biograhy #book-bio #books #bridge

Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it. ↗

— Anonymous

#generosity #guests #hospitality #inspirational #strangers

Her arms groped forward to guide her when her tears blocked her vision in darkness. Then she couldn't run any more. She sank to her knees and began to cry in her terror. She wanted Gary. She suddenly felt strong arms around her. She bent her head to bury it in Gary's shoulder, trembling in the darkness. Whimpering like a small animal in a trap, she pushed herself closer to him and said in a choked voice, "I'm so frightened!" "I know, my love," the voice said. "I'm so sorry you were hurt." She felt herself being pulled up to him, his grip around her tight. It was a strange feeling in this pitch-black hallway, where not even the light of the moon cast any illumination. The lips she touched were cold and yet they responded to her with an unusual warmth. His hands massaged her back. Something, Melanie thought, was wrong with that. The hands were too smooth, not like a plastered wrist would feel. "Gary?" she asked, backing away. She didn't trust what she couldn't see. "My love," the voice whispered, "there is no need to fear now. I shall protect you from those who mean you harm. ↗

— Clare McNally

#crying #darkness #fear #fleeing #helplessness

If a man be gracious and courteous to strangers, it shows he is a citizen of the world. ↗

— Francis Bacon

#courteous #gracious #man #shows #strangers

It certainly is the duty of every true Christian, to esteem himself a stranger and pilgrim in this world; and as bound to use earthly blessings, not as means of satisfying lust or gratifying wantonness, but of supplying his absolute wants and necessities. ↗

— Johann Arndt

#blessings #bound #certainly #christian #duty

Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. ↗

— Melody Beattie

#chaos #clarity #confusion #denial #enough

Polite strangers often tell soothing lies about our physical appearance that prevent many of us from facing, discussing and solving our real problems. ↗

— Martha Beck

#appearance #discussing #facing #lies #many

Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain. ↗

— Buffalo Bill

#brain #dead #fell #his #lightning

Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens. ↗

— Douglas William Jerrold

#gardens #grows #our #own #picked