luke knox

he's a fucking liar.

i think somebody's full of shit.

if you got something to say, let's have a talk.

next time he tells you to do something, just fucking do it.

i had a bad week this week.

you have a bad week every week.

my job's to make you sorry you didn't pay when you had the chance.

i got this, but i can't remember who i got it for.

nobody expects you to get it right the first time.

why the fuck would i leave porn in your house?

i'm not just into that stuff.

i'm pretty accident-prone.

i don't even know where the whole santa thing comes from.

is jesus real?

i look up, and on the other side of the clearing there's a unicorn.

i killed the wrong bloke?

next time make sure you got the right guy.

he's a bit shit in the kissing department.

you just gotta find somebody that fits your style.

i don't want to see your fucking balls, you idiot.

i'm punching him in his face.

you punched him three times in the face?

start telling the truth or i'm gonna cut your dick off.

what's with the cowboy hat?

do you think you've got an anger problem?

do you wanna do jail time?

i expect you to behave yourself.

if you're gonna cause trouble, then we'll have to come to some other arrangement.

i thought you wanted to buy me some sexy undies.

generally when you rob somebody, you bring your own bag.

i'm not telling you. it's a surprise.

would you rather have great sex or great food?

no hard feelings? i'm afraid there are hard feelings.

what happened today with those guys is kind of really bothering me.

you were really violent and it bothers me.

i feel like you could have at least tried to talk to the guy.

maybe you could have tried to diffuse the situation.

i'm dealing with two assholes instead of one.

if you respect me, i respect you.

do you enjoy hitting people?

if i hit somebody, i generally got a pretty good reason.

the world is full of assholes.

out here in the real world, there's no consequences.

in your mind, you've done society a favor.

he's got a shitload of drugs and cash lying around.

what the fuck are you doing with that kind of money?

it's starting to feel like you're trying to pull some funny shit.

you pull that shit again, i'll stab you in the head with a fucking fork.

i reckon i can take you down with this spoon before you even get to the fork.

you wouldn't believe me if i told you.

dialogue prompts from my murder: a novel by katie williams.

you okay in here?

i want to do every last inch of every last thing.

you never used to cry.

how could i have ever thought of leaving?

i just have one of those faces.

you want to know what it was like? fine. i'll tell you.

it's a funny thing to have a body.

you cry at everything. you cry at furniture left by the side of the road.

you're saying you don't remember anything at all?

i try to be good and nice, nice and good. but sometimes, something just comes over me.

you've read the articles. seen the news reports.

i'm sorry i left you. i thought you were okay.

children are trained to associate sugar with affection.

everyone feels like they're being followed, some of the time.

it's like you expect me to be grateful.

you talk about yourself in the third person?

you shouldn't think of yourself any differently.

i, apparently, am not 'people'.

no, i still want it. i'm just telling you that i hate it.

thanks for taking me home.

you must be a really good mom.

how well can you really know someone?

what did you think you were doing?

but it was bad, right? what i did?

i understand how things can linger.

can you be serious for a minute?

i know it happened. i know it happened to me.

you're still you.

give them enough time, and people will always ask.

it's easier to share an apartment with a stranger.

i'm glad you have people who understand you.

people are inscrutable, and life is chaos. if i know anything, i know that.

have you joined a cult?

i'm made of curiosity. i am a hundred dead cats.

something happened to me, and sometimes it comes up.

you know better than anyone what a bitch i can be.

you're good. people will tell you you're not, but you are.

why are you weird? no, sorry. i mean, what's wrong with you?

are you going to tell me, or am i going to have to start guessing?

i need you to not be angry right now. it doesn't help me. okay?

i haven't gotten any threats lately.

people always blame the mother.

we're already in trouble. we've been in trouble this whole time.

why do you always ask me these things when the lights are out?

i love you, you know.

just where do you think you're going?

i'm an old white woman, i'm not supposed to have color.

i want you to see how good i look in my new dress.

i've lived in this body since i was born.

if something goes wrong, i'm the first one to hear about it.

i have to wash my hair every day for the rest of my life.

thank you for being a kind and generous god.

the only thing i haven't tried on is the bedspread.

what kind of woman do you think i am?

i am not accustomed to being manhandled.

you are no gentleman.

there is something about that man i don't trust.

she'll be heartbroken when you tell her.

the last time a friend's sweetheart made a pass at me, i lost my friend.

what kind of friend would i be to hurt her?

what kind of friend would you be if you let him ruin her life?

he put his big, masculine arms around my tiny little waist.

why would i make up such a thing?

you're used to getting all the attention and someone comes along and wants me and not you and it's eating your guts out.

nothing you say is worth repeating.

you are an amoral, backstabbing, self-centered woman.

the hell with you and your oversexed boyfriend.

she deserves to know what kind of person he really is.

why does everything happen to me?

isn't there some way we can settle this like rational adults?

how dare you leave in the middle of a fight.

now hold it right there.

i'm not fooling around.

look at him. he's twitching and blinking, he's lying.

i have just never felt so betrayed in all my life.

i haven't been a good friend to a lot of people, but i have been a very good friend to you.

you take some stranger's word over mine?

who'd believe they'd break up their friendship over a man?

i can't just stand by and watch this happen.

i take awhile to warm up, but once i get going i can turn your topsoil til the cows come home.

i probably lost one of my best friends because of you.

i've been an idiot through this whole thing.

there's no excuse for my behavior.

i didn't believe you because i didn't want to.

nobody ever believes me when i'm telling the truth.

it's the curse of being a devastatingly beautiful woman.

you miss a lot of things.

it wasn't my fault, i promise.

i'd keep an eye on this one.

i'm just so glad you're alright.

i'm willing to overlook this little incident.

i don't believe in hitting children.

personally, i like to lay into a kid with a melon baller.

if i breathe and it bothers you, put a pillow over my face.

what are you trying to do, pickle yourself?

what am i supposed to do, just sit around and listen to your arteries harden?

i am having a real problem with your attitude.

you can all just kiss my attitude.

is that all you italians know how to do, scream and hit?

you had no right to hit him.

i'd rather be alone than trapped here with you.

idle hands are the devil's workshop.

he might even start feeling good about himself.

crossing the street without getting pregnant was a chore back then.

life is full of crappy stuff to do.

you can tough it out or you can let it beat you.

Alice Isn’t Dead is a new serial fiction podcast from the team behind Welcome to Night Vale. 

A truck driver searches across America for the wife she had long assumed was dead. In the course of her search, she will encounter not-quite-human serial murderers, towns literally lost in time, and a conspiracy that goes way beyond one missing woman.

This sentence meme could not have been complied without the use of @alicescripts.  

THIS SENTENCE MEME IS NOT SPOILER FREE

part one, chapter one: omelet

“I want to start by saying—ah, shit!”

“Anyway, I want to start by saying that this is not a story.”

“People say that bad experiences are like nightmares. This wasn’t a nightmare.”

“What I remember most about it was how real it was. Even as it happened, I noticed that the most, how real it was, how I couldn’t escape that reality.”

“I would never be able to convince myself I remembered any part of it incorrectly.”

“It’s the ____. I’ll get used to it.”

“Creepy. Gut creepy, like something gone wrong. Like a terrible crime.”

“Hmm, I guess that’s where myths come from, when the real world looks like something out of a myth.”

“Who am I at this point in my life to talk about unreality?”

“That’s so weird. It doesn’t look real.”

“I’m not getting distracted. I know what you’re thinking.”

“This is intentional avoidance.”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you. But I will.”

“That’s a fine invitation, but I think, uh,” [laughs]  “I mean, no thanks. I will pass that opportunity up.”

“He saw me staring back. Now we were staring at each other, something electric and monstrous there in the diner between us.”

“When he spoke, his voice sounded like the accidental hollowing of the wind.”

“I thought if I was quiet, he would go away, but…that only works with people who aren’t already in it to bother you, who haven’t already made up their minds to be awful.”

“Hope you don’t mind if I join you.”

“I actually was hoping to eat alone.”

“Good people deserve good things.”

“It’s dangerous out here.”

“Out where? This state? This country? Life? Life is dangerous? Did you come over here to explain death to me?”

“Yes, I came over to explain death to you.”

“Want to see something funny?” 

“There are times I hate you more than any of them.”

“And so much of the night sky is nothing at all. It is an empty box. And, like all emptiness, it is a mirror.”

“The night sky is something striking right now against the dark silhouettes of the trees. It’s beautiful.”

“So much that I’ve seen is beautiful. More than you would think. Even the worse things.”

“And isn’t it funny that the trees blot out the sky? Physical objects as shadows against the void.”

“We are nothing if not absurd.”

“We are nothing.”

“Of course I cried, ____. Of course I did.”

“I didn’t think that dark could have a bottom until I saw a dark that didn’t.”

“Is this why you left? Or was it something else?”

“A night sky that seems gorgeous and heartbreaking, even though it’s not. It’s not anything. It just isn’t.”

feel free to change words and pronouns as needed.

“I know it’s weird, but please?”

“Now I see what’s going on. A man sending a girl to do his dirty work.”

“We’re sorry. Could you hook us up, though?”

“You smell like pot.”

“It’s really not that big a deal.”

“I want you to make smarter decisions than that.”

“Like all the amazing decisions you’ve made.”

“You look like you’re going to see a boy. Are you going to meet a boy?”

“This is fucking sketchy.”

“Hey. I was just thinking, why wait for the weekend? It’s 5 o’clock somewhere!”

“You be careful now. Take it real slow. Men are dogs.”

“I’m serious, that bitch is crazy.”

“How about you mind your own damn business!”

“Are you guys mad at me for something?”

“Well, here’s what I think. I think you’re trying to get back at me.”

“We both know you had a thing for me, and I barely gave you the time of day.”

“You’re a loser, (name). You always have been, and it’s pathetic.”

“This is your one warning, (name).”

“What you did to me, the humiliation, it never goes away.”

“You see, you treated me like a dog because that’s what you are. You, you’re no man, (name).”

“They’re children! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“How does it feel to be on the outside looking in? Hurts, huh?”

“Sounds like someone’s a little jealous.”

“Think I thought we had some kind of a connection, but you just threw it all away.”

“Ungrateful bitch. To think I took care of (name) for you.”

“I need a man, huh? This ought to shut you up for once.”

“Why are you doing this? You need help.”