Well, are you going to motivate people to bring peace to war-torn nations, or are you going to motivate people to join a cult and drink the Kool-Aid?
We've barley stepped into the bright glow of the realms when everything goes dark...
True affection and love have a purity which shall always prevail over bigotry.
Tonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.
Time has no meaning. I feel as if I have been left in the desert to die and am eagerly awaiting the vultures to begin their work and end my misery.
Think: who has vans, huh? Soccer moms and serial killers.
They’d never discussed how to find one’s place in the world, never talked of fathers and sons, or what makes someone a man. No. He and Will spoke in newspaper articles about ghosts. They conversed thr...
They misspelled 'party.' How evil genius can they be?
They kept the lie going, and the people loved it.
There is no greater power on this earth than story.
There had been something about the island that made the girls forget who they had been. All those rules and shalt nots. They were no longer waiting for some arbitrary grade. They were no longer perfor...
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
The hand you hold the longest is your own.
The ground's soft with pine needles and the occasional crunch of a cone. The air smells like it's just been born.
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 face staring back at me isn't beautiful but she isn't something that would scare the horses, either.
The beast attempts a beautific look that could be mistaken for a bout of painful wind.
That's some moonStop talking about my ass, you beast.
Swell. Isn’t there some kinda ghost primer in this joint: Reading, Writing, ’Rithmetic, Ridding Yourself of Soul-Stealing Demons for Fun and Profit? Why isn’t there ever anything useful around here?Ma...
So, ah, who’s the lucky girl? Sam asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. When Jericho ignored him, Sam grabbed one of Jericho’s Civil War soldier figurines and held it up to his mouth. Oh, Jericho...