I know it. I know I shall make beastly mistakes, Father-The world does not forgive mistakes so quickly, my girl. He sounds bitter and sad.If the world will not forgive me, I say softly, I shall have t...
A gentle breeze catches in the branches then and I hear it, soft and low, a murmured prayer--Gem-ma, Gem-ma--and then the leaves bend down and trail delicate fingers across my cold cheeks.
Around us the night creatures have their say. We are surrounded by a symphony of crickets and frogs. Neither of us feels the need to speak, and I suppose that is one of the qualities I find comforting...
But Gemma, you could change the world.That should take far more than my power, I say.True. But change needn't happen all at once. It can be small gestures.Moments. Do you understand? He's looking at m...
But...you could have whatever you wished.Exactly, he says, nuzzling my neck.
Do you ever feel that way?Lonely?I search for the words. Restless. As if you haven't really met yourself yet. As is you'd passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - 'Ah! There I Am! I've...
Perhaps this is how girls fall -- not in some crime of enchantment at the hands of a wicked ne'er-do-well, a grand before and after in which they are innocent victims who have no say in the matter. Pe...