So with my luck, I'll never make it in time to save the boy in the forest because my hair will have snagged on a tree branch a mile back.

Clara," he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passes through his lips. "I'll miss you.

I think the birds in the area are dying laughing watching me try not to crash.

The look that passes between Jeffrey and Kimber right then feels like it requires a swell of cheesy music in the background. Aw, I think. Baby brother's in love. I also find this kind of gross.

So often we only do what we think is expected of us, when we are capable of so much more.

Writers have superpowers.

Have you ever been to a place you're supposed to love, but all you can think about is home?