Isaac Marion
Isaac Marion
Isaac Marion is an American writer. He is best known as the best-selling author of the "zombie romance" novel Warm Bodies...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
CountryUnited States of America
feelings world gaps
There is a chasm between me and the world outside of me. A gap so wide my feelings can't cross it. By the time my screams reach the other side, they have dwindled into groans.
inevitable-death years forever
Here it comes. My inevitable death, ignoring me all those years when I wished for it daily, arriving only after I've decided I want to live forever.
clouds starting-over mud
I can feel it... the chance to start over, to live right, to love right, to burn up in a fiery cloud and never again be buried in the mud.
trying world
What's the point of trying to fix a world we're so briefly in?
doors window staring
It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked.
wrecks alive happy-person
It's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too, I'm just... still alive.
valleys hills heartbeat
I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys
needs study made
God has made us study partner. We need to talk about our project.
long people gone
The world that birthed that story is long gone, all its people are dead, but it continues to touch the present and future because someone cared enough about that world to keep it. To put it in words. To remember it.
two littles frowning
Just... ate," M says, frowning at me a little. "Two days...ago." I grab my stomach again. "Feel empty. Feel... dead." He nods. "Marr...iage.
skeletons awkward skins
Once again the absurdity of my inner thoughts overwhelms me, and I want to crawl out of my skin, escape my ugly, awkward flesh and be a skeleton, naked and anonymous.
heart hug necks
She hugs me. It's tentative at first, a little scared, and yes, a little repulsed, but then she melts into it. She rests her head against my cold neck and embraces me. Unable to believer what's happening, I put my arm around her and just hold her. I almost swear I can feel my heart thumping. But it must just be hers, pressed tightly against my chest.
fun
It was fun, but it's over now. This is how things go.
running blood lovers
How do I appear unthreatening when her lover's blood is running down my chin?