“You’re right,” she says softly. “maybe this is cruel. Maybe it would’ve been kinder to simply let you die. But this isn’t about you, Ella. This is about me. And right now,” she says, stroking my hair, “this is what... Continue Reading →
"The words are blown I couldn't have anticipated. A spare. That's all I ever was, I realize. A spare part kept in captivity. A backup weapon in case that all else failed. Shatter me. Break glass in case of emergency."... Continue Reading →
"But there's something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour, I think, that creates a language of its own. There's a strange kind of freedom in the fark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment,... Continue Reading →
She wears a mask. It's a great disguise since no one looks beneath. No one truly bothers. Psyche goes through life like nothing, or no one bothers her. That is until one act of kindness upends her social media influencer... Continue Reading →
The cold wrapped around him like a blanket, stealing his warmth. His breath. His father was on his left, his footsteps quiet on the ground. He darted glances at his father. Derek Benard Hammond was a tall man. The youngest... Continue Reading →
"I wrote that, too?" I ask him, unable to believe it's possible he's reciting the same words that fell from my lips to my fingertips and bled onto a page. Still unable to believe he's not privy to my private... Continue Reading →
You've just escaped from a crazed man who wants to use you as a weapon and running for your life with the one man who knows you better than anyone. Who's risked so much to get you out and to... Continue Reading →
He found Anna in her apartment, the last of the bags beside her. Her face was somber. She spoke without turning. “You know,” she said. “I picked every piece that went into this place. It was a point of personal... Continue Reading →
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