She was still clutching the book.She was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life.
She waited for the suffocation of sleep.
Sergeant Stephan Schneider
Se estaba despidiendo y ni siquiera lo sabía.
Papa's lungs were full of sky.
One wild card was yet to be played.
Nice has nothing to do with me.
Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.
It was one of the joys of childhood.
It was November 3 and the floor of the train held onto his feet
I... He struggled to answer. When everything was quiet, I went up to the corridor and the curtain in the livingroom was open just a crack... I could see outside. I watched, only for a few seconds. He...
I told her about school and how I sat on a wall there and felt stories and words move through me ...
How 'bout a kiss, ? -- Rudy Steiner
His church is the old one at the edge of town, and I now realize why he's chosen to live here. The church is too far away for him to really help anyone, so this is the best place for him. It's everywh...
Here is a small fact:You are going to die.
He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.
For a moment, I debated whether I should tell someone about the words I'd started writing down, but I couldn't. In a way, I felt ashamed, even though my writing was the one thing that whispered okayne...
Fear is shiny. Ruthless in the eyes.
A fighter can be a winner, but that doesn't make a winner a fighter.
El crimen hablaba por sí solo.