She was a recurring dream for the first three seasons of her life. At the foot of winter, her wings blossomed and she tore through the membrane between illusion and actuality. Kneeling at the foot of his bed in a nightgown, hazel-eyed, brought to life by the moonlight, she pleaded in lullabies.
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There was nothing un-vibrant about Phoebe. Her hair was canary yellow, her eyes morning glory blue, and her sweater a brilliant olive. My baby sister was beautiful, from the halo of frizz above the top of her head to her small toes, curling and tapping the floor quietly as we danced in lazy circle...
If you are looking for a place to bully, move to Wisconsin. Whenever the grocery store is out of the milk you dig, you can blame it on living in the middle of nowhere.
If you are looking for a place with elegant boutiques, historic mansions, national parks, or highbrow universities, don't move t...
I know a girl who walks beside a ghost.
She used to be a friend of mine. She was logical, precise. She kept a calendar, she dressed business-casual, in khaki and greys, skirt below her knees and dainty flight attendant scarf around her neck. Her life was a perfect cat’s cradle, she jumped fr...
Once upon a time, there was a girl who was sick of ordinary, unspoken love. She was prone to clumsiness and beautiful things. So she took a marker and drew her heart on a sheet of rubber, and inked it with her own blood. (Hearts bleed an awful lot, you see.) Whenever she loved something, she pre...
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