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...
The Corporation would like to apologize for the preceding pages. Of course, it's not all right for girls to behave this way. Sexuality is not meant to be this way - an honest, consensual expression in...
The beast attempts a beautific look that could be mistaken for a bout of painful wind.
The face staring back at me isn't beautiful but she isn't something that would scare the horses, either.
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...
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...
The mere suggestion of fame and fortune casts a glamour all its own. It is rather alarming how quickly people will turn someone else's fiction into fact in order to support their own fictions of thems...
The photographer had caught her midlaugh, and the defiance of her bared teeth and wide lips gave her face a hint of mischief and forthrightness. The girl in this photograph bet the house.
The sun has blessed you, Sarita used to say. Look how he has left his kisses on your face for all to see and be jealous.The sun loves you more, I said, rubbing my hands over her dry arms, the color of...
The trouble with morning is that it comes well before noon.
The wind picks up. It sends leaves scurrying for cover until a softer breeze blows through, settling them down again as if to say, Shhh, there, there, it's all right. One leaf still dances in the air....
The wolf was at the door. His shadow spilled into the room, taking it over.
The world's most bada** Viking yard gnome is on the counter by the cash register using a dinner plates as a shield and a steak knife as a sword
There is a particular circle of hell not mentioned in Dante's famous book. It is called comportment, and it exists in schools for young ladies across the empire. I do not know how it feels to be throw...
There's a lot about discovering who you are and how difficult that is. And it never stops.
There's a lot of foot stomping, clapping, and cheering. I just want to win some cash and find my yard gnome. It's not a lot to ask.
There's nothing more terrifying than the absoluteness of one who believes he's right.
They kept the lie going, and the people loved it.
They misspelled 'party.' How evil genius can they be?
They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling. God help us all.
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