People see what they want to see when they need to.
The wolf was at the door. His shadow spilled into the room, taking it over.
People think boundaries and borders build nations. Nonsense-words do. Beliefs, declarations, constitutions-words. Stories. Myths. Lies. Promises. History
They misspelled 'party.' How evil genius can they be?
We've got about as much chance of communing with the dead as we do of sitting in Parliament.
All the times I say, ‘Don’t see me’? With you, I wish I had an opposite power: See me. See me, Evie. See all of me. There’s a fella who loves you right here. I’m not perfect. I’m a handful. But you kn...
We abandon our backboards along with our decorum, racing for the stairs and the promise of freedom, however temporary it may be.Walk! Mrs. Nightwing shouts. When we cannot seem to heed her advice, she...
The light is so bright it hurts my eyes. But I don't dare close them. I won't. Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning, and th...
Sinjin was sitting bare-chested with Petra’s blue feather boa wrapped around his neck and draped over his shoulder. His long dark curls had been teased and sprayed into a sexy mane. Heavy black eyelin...
He's got a laugh like a machine gun firing through velvet.
The glow dies down, and she's standing at the end of my bed--the one who's been following me around leaving feather messages. I take in the torn fishnets, plaid mini-kilt, shiny, riveted breastplate w...
But forgiveness … I’ll hold on to that fragile slice of hope and keep it close, remembering that in each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice....
The face staring back at me isn't beautiful but she isn't something that would scare the horses, either.
Sometimes I see things, I think. Out of the corner of my eye, taunting me, and then it’s gone. And dreams. Such horrible dreams. What if something terrible happened to me? What if I am damaged?The rai...
Bloody clothing is often a clue that something has gone awry.
Tonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.
All morning, Spence has been a well-oiled machine of activity. Everyone doing her bit, quietly and efficiently. It's strange how deliberate people are after a death. All the indecision suddenly vanish...
That's some moonStop talking about my ass, you beast.
The beast attempts a beautific look that could be mistaken for a bout of painful wind.
That’s it, Mabel said, getting up. She tossed her napkin on the table. No. That is not right. I don’t know what you just said, but whatever it was, I’m pretty certain it was pure hokum. I don’t want t...
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