Conform, go crazy, or become an artist.
Nancy SpringerStichwörter: originality artistic
Stop it,' he whispered. Hid lidded eyes winced. His hands faltered up to cover his face.
Dusty did not stop. 'If I'd known you-if I'd known you when you were alive, I think I would have loved you, too.'
Dusty, please stop.' He could barely speak.
I think I do love you.' Her voice had dropped to a whisper, because it was a truth like a silver sword. 'I think I do. I cry, too.
He was just a sixteen-year old boy who had been killed, a kid whose photo had been in the paper, a kid who would mostly be forgotten by the time the newspaper went into the garbage-yet he was the universe, all the dying, all the crying. He was everyone who had ever died young.
Nancy SpringerI hope that the kind reader recognises this as a despairing attempt at humour.
Nancy SpringerStichwörter: funny mysteries witty holmes springer enola nancy
Confound my genteel upbringing! I could not think of any name foul enough to call him.
Nancy SpringerStichwörter: humor
In the blue sky overhead, larks sang like my heart.
Nancy SpringerTo her, everything is beautiful in its own way, and everyone is a friend just waiting for her. And somehow it works for her.
Nancy Springerwhat's life without a spice of stupidity
Nancy SpringerAll the words I had prepared turned coward and fled my mind like conscripts deserting a battlefield.
Nancy SpringerStichwörter: mind word coward flee battlefield conscript
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