My outfit was a black dress with a corset waist, off-the-shoulder sleeves, and a large ball gown skirt. It looked like something someone might‘ve worn to a Gothic wedding. And then they‘d been buried in it for a few months.
If we’re not choosing things ourselves, then someone must be choosing it for us. They’re the ones deciding our destiny.
I have not one but two flavors of ice cream. Is your mind blown yet?
Taking a deep breath, I turned around to face the doors. I went down the hall, prepared to kill my father.
Justice? Does that mean you’ll drag them back here? Or are you going to kill them all?
Oh, that?” Marcy scoffed. “What do you mean ‘oh that’? Half your room has been destroyed.
The dead must stay dead. That which is dead cannot rise.
It was in the fishbowl of the meeting room that everything went completely insane, and this was coming from someone who’d just been visited in a dream by Konstantin Black.
Don’t stay out too late. The real trouble always starts after midnight.
I looked, and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him. They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth.’” Vega.
He pointed to a pedal and said, “That one makes it go. So push on it and let’s go.
Darkness engulfed me... There was no ground below me, no sky above. Only the black, and the cold.
Alone I walk on paths I know, looking for a friendly face, I look to meet you, the one I gave my whole heart to. I want to see you once again, and dance again with, my love.
He looked at me then, his deep golden eyes meeting mine, and I saw a heat in them that I felt reflecting in my own.
Denial is how I cope. If I just deny everything, it can’t hurt me right?
So much of life hurt, so much of it had been lost. The only way I knew how to survive was to shut everything off, or at least try to. To bury everything I felt down deep inside me, hiding the happiness along with the sadness. But it was killing me. I was exhausted from fighting it, from trying to keep everything inside me inside. And as much as I’d tried to do this all on my own, the one thing I knew for sure was that I couldn’t. I needed people.
Then in June, something truly magical happened. I discovered book bloggers. I had no idea such people existed. They just read books and write about them. And I don’t mean “just.” These people take times out of their busy lives to talk about books and have contests and connect with followers and writers and other readers.
Once you open your mind to the spirits, you can’t shut it again.
Your boyfriend spent the night sleeping outside your door. I haven’t decided if that’s romantic or creepy yet. Maybe both.
As Gideon always said in the opening of his act, There is always something extraordinary in the ordinary.
It doesn’t matter what you meant. It matters what you do. Intentions are the lies we tell ourselves. Actions are the truth.