The train blows through town delivering reality, slapping my face and screaming, “You are alone” Rose colored memories drown, taking their last breath.
How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night.
How was I supposed to know that you let two little bears hurt you, Goldilocks?" "Ah, yes, that mouth. I missed it. All mine now.
Nice plan. Take the gullible outsiders, walk them around for a bit, then feed them to the giant tortoise.
The decorator of Las Colimas must have been a great admirer of both early Aztec and late Taco Bell architectural styles.
The vampire leaned forward, tapping a scimitar claw. "Is that a lion with horns and a pitchfork?" "Yep." "Is he carrying a moon on his pitchfork?" "No, it's a pie.
On the other hand it was bad manners to look a gift horse in the mouth. Even if you're getting it from an overweight cracker in a fringe shirt.
I’d give him a cup of coffee and a big helping of a knuckle sandwich. Generosity was a virtue and I was in the mood to be extremely virtuous.
Oh, those warm days of stumbling words; blinded eyes, embracing in sweet slow dances and sipping courage from a bottle for sneaking kisses.
...and should I die in her care, I would leave smiling because, I will linger in the hills beside her...
The zombies were like Canadians, in that they looked enough like real people at first, to fool you.
Home isn't just a house or a city or a place; home is what happens when you're brave enough to love people.
Why is it," she asked, snuggling closer, "that I so often imagine myself running away and running free?
Even friends need private spaces, if only within the depths of their own souls, where no one else is allowed to intrude.
Somehow," she said coldly, "you have confused profitable and not profitable for right and wrong. I, however, have not.
Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.
I don't differentiate much, except in degree, between people who believe in religion from those who believe in astrology, magic or the supernatural.
Then, things get hard, because once you know magic exists, you have to decide whether to be the bystander, or the magician … and we were all born to be magicians.
No, I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and that is a world without faith.
Love, deep and pure, it opens my heart. It feels like a magical force, one I’d fight to protect, one I’d die to keep.
Truly, there is magic in fairytales. For it takes but a simply-uttered to allure and spellbind an audience.
