The world didn't end until the third mirage ( Read more... )

I met a boy while I was running down the stairs, but when I stopped to talk to him, he grew golden wings of wax and flew away toward the cold bright sun. I watched until I couldn't see him anymore, and he never fell, so maybe he was more than angel and less than a boy, or something that's the next best thing ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning with the itch to be going somewhere fast. The kind of need that propels you out of bed, makes you do fifty situps before you've even gotten dressed. What, you've never had that itch? Huffing out breath and watching the stars glimmer though a crystalline ceiling? Can't bother to shower because the morning might be over by ( Read more... )