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Fabulous Quotes
Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. ~Anton Chekhov
The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug. ~Mark Twain
A critic can only review the book he has read, not the one which the writer wrote. ~Mignon McLaughlin
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Hide and Seek
He was watching her
(somewhere)
and she could feel his eyes boring into the back of her neck. Unconsciously, she wiped the sweat off her brow, avoiding rustling the hedge. She could feel her heart pounding
(thundering booming lightning striking and spiking her brain)
vigorously in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to see ( Read more... ) -
The Royal Places
My mother left my life when I was the ripe age of seven. The last thing I remember of her in our house is her strawberry blonde hair, wrapped in an ugly cloth, as she flew out the door and into the world outside that I knew nothing of except for the loudness of the mobs and riots. My father cried, as did my brother. But I just sat for a while and ( Read more... ) -
Dare Me
Their blood had always gotten in the way of any connection between them. It would have been lovely, Rose thought, to have been together. Both of them were the envy of the school; good looks, incredible grades, and many friends. It was hard for Rose not to notice Scorpius whenever she saw him. The way his scent wafted in the air when he walked by, ( Read more... ) -
Dragonflies in Amber
Dragonflies in Amber
It began with a question,
But there was no question
in my mind.
If you could suspend time in a day
(one, hungerless, murderless, marvelous day)
But never see the future of age
and the dawn of a new day
would you choose to
suspend time this way?
The color of blood would
fade from the roads
Oh, the never ending roads.
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Drunken Lullabies
He thought the second most intoxicating thing in his life was the lazy air of a summer's night, among the buzz of the bees and bugs, the ocean waves crashing around him and below him. It was a joy to feel nothing but the heavy weight of the air. Dusk was quickly going, but the heat remained, soft and heavy against his skin. He lay on his back on ( Read more... ) -
The Love of Man and Dog
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He was a dog with very little to say. He had been born in a soggy box of cardboard on a rainy spring afternoon. His mother, what little he remembered of her, had left him for dead after her muzzle had first caressed his wet fur. He was the runt of the litter, and he called himself Jack.
He was a man with words of wisdom ( Read more... ) -
Every Moment That Mattered
Every Moment That Mattered
You are suddenly aware of the acuteness of your pain; as if you are at the end of a needle, the pain sharp and tender, yet it must be a large needle to hurt so much. Your mother, Hermione, looks down at you with wild hair plastered to her shiny forehead. Your father Ron looks at you from afar, as if you might crumple into ( Read more... ) -
The Song of Morning Birds
When the noise began, Alice closed her eyes.
From afar, she looked like a young woman deeply engaged in the music. But up close her lip quivered in a deep frown, her face contorted in discomfort. To her this was useless noise, instruments rubbing ears raw, as far from music as black was from white. Music was not a raw material plucked from the ( Read more... )
