Never stop dreaming or reading.
A.B. ShepherdTag: life reading inspiration dreams hope life-and-living
I sometimes wish I could spontaneously combust. Burn until nothing but ash is left, to be washed away by the wind and the rain.
A.B. ShepherdTag: sadness despair sorrow hopelessness
He took his time looking around for anything interesting to salvage, but found only broken bits of what once was.
A.B. ShepherdTag: exploration the-past reminiscing salvage
Maybe when I’d wrecked I had hit my head. Could that be it? Did I have a brain injury? Was I hallucinating? I didn’t believe that.
A.B. ShepherdTag: injury hallucination
The poker fell from my trembling hands as my entire body shook with reaction. I fell to my knees, pressed my hands to my face and began to sob. What had I done?
A.B. ShepherdTag: murder death violence regret
Nausea and panic rose in my throat. I had killed a man.
A.B. ShepherdTag: murder death violence regret
Hesitating, I stood in the doorway to the room holding the proof of my sin.
A.B. ShepherdTag: hesitation sin regret
She brushed the tears from their faces and sang them a melancholy lullaby. Her obvious devotion to her daughters pulled at my heart strings, making my chest ache with longing for my own mother.
A.B. ShepherdTag: sadness motherhood mother longing a-child-s-love
Things are not as they seem. You do not understand. There is no escape. This is all there is.” I had never seen eyes filled with so much sadness.
A.B. ShepherdTag: sadness despair confusion
I wanted to soothe and comfort her, the way she had comforted her daughters.
A.B. ShepherdTag: mothers comfort mothers-love
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