We had become numb to the killings, changing our Facebook profiles in solidarity until the next inevitable slaughter, but never quite taking in the depth of the world's darkness.

She lived in fear of running into the lost lover who haunted her memories knowing reality would ruin the reverie.

The second time the whale swung its massive body into the air and came crashing down with an immense thud in a torrent of white foam it was much closer to our rickety skiff.

The scissors stuck out from between Billy's ribs and Isabelle now understood why she had been warned about running with them.

He only realized how much he relied on the internet after it was gone.

"I'm gonna get mine," she told me, the light glinting off the steel blade in her steady hand.

All the technology in the world couldn't save us from ourselves.