Dreams are funny things"..."Things seem so real when they are happening, only to fade instantly when the brain realizes they are mere images, shadows of the truth, but not part of it.
Christine FonsecaMy hands are still bleeding, too bloody. Every stain once gone has returned, like a permanent mark of the sins I've committed.
Christine FonsecaI'm more than the flesh and bone that defines me. More than the pain that consumes me and the madness radiating through me. I am a man. And I am still alive...
Christine FonsecaSome things you just can't hide, no matter how thick the material.
Christine FonsecaOnly the living can feel this much pain.
Christine FonsecaMy mind is quiet now. There is no fire or ash, no sulfur or shattering glass. Only silence, empty and cold.
Christine FonsecaMots clés ya psychological-thriller ien
But there is nothing, no trace that she’s ever existed. She is not here. She will never be here again.
Because of me.
Mots clés gothic-romance ya-romance
I’m not certain what I notice first, the bright flickering light that illuminates the darkness underneath my eyelids, or the shrill screams that pull me form the dredges of sleep. Either way, I’m awake. And afraid.
Christine FonsecaMots clés ya fantasy-young-adult paranormal-ya
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