Normally Cayden would've been excited to take his little sister to Critter's Vintage to pick up her birthday present, but he wasn't at the moment. The day's activities had been very minimal. Serenity ... [+]
October is my favorite month — and not just because it's the month of my birth. Maybe it has something to do with the crispness of the air contrasting the warmth of woolen hats and scarves, and the ... [+]
Even while lying down, Junie feels like her body is on fire.
Maya runs her fingers through the surface of her skin, almost like Junie is a treasure to behold. Her hands follow the crevices of
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It was cold on the rooftop when the meteor shower began. I had brought a blue fleece blanket, and through the veneer of excessive shivering I draped it over us. Our shoulders touched, and I looked ... [+]
She looked at him from across the gallery; tall, athletic, light eyes and dark hair, well-kept but not overly so. He looked like the type that was probably here with an INGO or a government agency ... [+]
"Do you know what an idiom is?"
"It's like a phrase that has a double meaning, like when you say 'break a leg' to someone in the theater."
"Oh, that's horrible."
"No, it means 'good luck.'"
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During his journey back home in the slowly slumbering sunlight, he thinks to himself about what he would change. Him standing over her, six feet and one desperate inch compared to her five feet and ... [+]
"Dare," I chose. Kira's eyes gleamed, "Knock on Crazy's door." "What?! No one has ever gotten that close to his house," I exclaimed, looking around at my other friends for support. All four of ou ... [+]
It was counter-intuitive for Rita to fall in love with the dark, but it was also perfectly natural. Most kids do it at that age.
She had found a shadow, lurking under the large tires in the
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She'll wake up tomorrow.
She'll open her eyes to a cold day fractured by a beam of light dashed across her face. She'll wait there for a minute, grasping onto the last bit of a fading dream. He
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Ten years from now, I will be thirty-one. I picture this future person as someone who clambers out of bed every morning, wearing only boxers. His joints are stiff, and his newly-wedded wife will hea ... [+]
‘Getting old', Vyncor thought, ‘has been my worst decision yet'. He stretched and felt each of the gnarled knots of pain that ran through his back and neck, twisted up like tangled fishing lines ... [+]
"The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you."
― Rainer Maria Rilke
I sit in front of him watching him like the painting that hangs in a
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