There were tiny rainbows in that glass. I turned it so a rainbow danced across my hand.
Lucy ChristopherTags: poetic-fiction
I wrapped my arms around me as tightly as I could, and stared up at the stars. Had I not been so cold and wanting to escape so badly, I could have stared at them forever: They were amazingly beautiful, so dense and bright. My eyes could get lost up there if I left them looking long enough. [...] They swallowed me up. They were like a hundred thousand tiny candles, sending out hope.
Lucy ChristopherTags: poetic-fiction captivating
The sand stretched out gray and ghostlike and illuminated, a column of light leading forward. It was like something a dead person would see, a tunnel leading toward heaven.
Lucy ChristopherTags: poetic-fiction
Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.
Lucy ChristopherTags: nature poetic-fiction
There is no need to put your heart in a bottle, then you will die.
- Ty from Stolen
Doesn't that hurt?" I said.
"Yep."
"How do you keep them in there?"
"I'm stubborn." You grinned. "Stubborn as a waddywood. And anyway, pain means it's healing."
"Not always.
I chased money, pretended to be someone else to get it. It got easier the longer I did it... but that's the trap, see? When the deadness gets easier, you know you're sinking deeper, becoming dead yourself.
Lucy ChristopherIn a moment, when I'm ready, I will turn off this computer and that will be it. This letter will be finished. A part of me doesn't want to stop writing to you, but I need to. For both of us.
Lucy ChristopherI can't save you like that, Ty.
Lucy ChristopherBut what else can I do, other than to plead with you like this? Other than to write down my story, our story, to show you that what you've done . . . to make you realize that what you did wasn't fair, wasn't right.
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