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November 17
Stardust and mirabilia! My plumber's crack was fixed.
This isn't a sad story. It's a story of overcoming.
Kate dropped into her desk chair with a sigh. She didn't want to write this letter. She didn't know how to write this letter. But it had to be done. Dear John,
“I can see your a creature of discriminating taste” said Taiden, who claimed to be a vampire.
Once upon a time there was a girl with mermaid hair and a smile brighter than the sun who lived in a castle on a hill.
I love a girl. She is beautiful and mad. She is funny and crazy and sometimes she is angry. I have known her my whole life. You know that one thing you would do anything for, that's her.
the moon was just a sliver tonight, and was rising steadily over the mangled maple in front of me. two weeks earlier it had covered up a perfect full moon, and instead of moving across the porch, Id hacked half of the tree down so i could see the moon from my favorite spot on the steps. even though it didn't feel quite the same as usual.
I close my eyes and feel the cool breeze on my face and weaving its fingers through my hair, sending my Tinkerbell dress and my little wings dancing. I open my eyes and look at the glittering pixie dust Mommy had dusted me with this morning. I take a deep breath, feeling like it was the first time I could breath today. Letting it out slowly, my body relaxed as I spread my arms and took flight. I smiled, never feeling so happy or complete.
Jack: I remember hearing the screams from the house next door. The little girl's voice, begging for mercy. My stomach would twist and I would ask my momma why the girl's daddy was so mean. Momma told me to mind my own business. There was a fence around their yard and I was too scared to look through the cracks. When I finally did see her, her bones jutted against her skin, as if trying to escape. Blossoms of purple and red and black decorated her body. Bruises, new and old.
I wait in the car for Mom outside of the Dollarama. It's been a long wait. She likes to take her time when she shops. And I like to people watch, so we usually make a good team.
there had probably been a time when the five girls had not been best friends, but none of them remembered such atime, or if they did, it seemed like a distant story and very far away.
'Where is he?' I thought as I bounced my leg nervously. Why had I thought it would be a good idea to let my best friend set me up on this stupid blind date? Why? Because I'm too nice of a person to stand up for myself and say 'no'. That's why. I wish I had the guts to just say what I was thinking or what I wanted but every time I tried my hands would sweat and butterflies would swarm my stomach til I felt ill. In the end I would just agree to whatever they wanted just so I didn't upset them.
Juliet was in love with an opossum. “NO!” Her parents said. “He is simply ghastly.” But Juliet was in love. She had met him at a summer camp dance and that was that. She knew he was the ONE.
Meet us!
When we met, it was like the light turned on. Suddenly it was day and I could see the world. He liked art and music and travel and we spent hours browsing libraries and museums together. He used to say, "Someday you and I are going to visit every con
Life doesn't give second chances, except to a few lucky ones. I am not lucky.
She was so frail. And I'm pretty sure something was wrong with her. She fell down a lot. Like walking across a empty room. I tried to imagine her as an angel. With wings. Indestructible. But it was impossible. I have a very good imagination but she w
Mansfield Asylum 1865 The halls are the worst place to be.
He'd been obedient, her angel, for the most part. With the exception of that one time when she had told him "Craven! Don't wipe you bloody hands on your brand new jeans!" and he had looked sideways at her and raised his eyebrows slightly "Watch me"
The moon shines, casting shadows on Old Orchard Road. I pull over. This was the spot I'd last seen her. Blonde hair blowing, an almost ghostly glow to her pale face. The darkness shielding, hiding,.. something, I didn't know. I never knew.
Who wouldn't be angry? You ate all my cereal and faked your death for 3 years! I stared at him across the table...Well you are the one who blackmailed me into sky diving with you! So I guess that's what you deserve you bald headed baby. ;p phhhhht
Owen threw his hands in the air, exasperated. His mirror sat across the bar, arms folded, grinning. It was the same look Oliver used to get when he was 7 and just told Owen he had stuck a frog in their current foster parent's silverware drawer,
I'm a monster. Let's get that out of the way. No surprises. Willow said humans like surprises. I have discovered that most humans are selective about the surprises they appreciate. Gifts, for example, are good. Surprise visits, though, not so much. E
“Who wouldn't be angry? You ate all of my cereal and faked your death for 3 years!” Tyler yelled at me. I looked up as I chewed. The last few bites of cereal I had shoved in my mouth.
