Then your fingers moved down to my chin. You pushed it up with your thumb to look at me, almost like you were studying me in the artificial lights above my head. And, I mean, you really looked at me … with eyes like two stars. [...] And I had wings fluttering away inside me all right. Big fat moth wings. You trapped me easily, drew me toward you like I was already in the net.
Lucy ChristopherTags: poetic-fiction captivating
Ty?” I said, trying out your name, liking the way it sounded. “So what’s it like anyway? Australia?”
You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you.
“You’ll find out,” you said.
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I didn’t want the person standing there, beside the bed, to have the same face I’d found so attractive at the airport. But you were there all right: the blue eyes, blondish hair, and tiny scar. Only you didn’t look beautiful this time. Just evil.
Lucy ChristopherTags: dark poetic-fiction captivating
There were tiny stars behind my eyelids, a whole galaxy of tiny, spinning stars.
Lucy ChristopherTags: poetic-fiction
There were tiny rainbows in that glass. I turned it so a rainbow danced across my hand.
Lucy ChristopherTags: poetic-fiction
The sun was bobbing on the horizon, just peeking over. Its light shimmered on the sand behind you, making your body look like it was glowing … like it had a kind of aura.
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
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