Creativity is no excuse for obnoxious behavior
A storm was brewing. The wind has picked up and a mass of purple clouds was coming in from the West. It felt good to have my hair whipping around my head. I thought it might feel good to have hail beat down on me. Sometimes storms outside are the only relief for storms inside.
You've grown up, girl. You've grown up real nice, Welcome home
Ten, I thought, he's definitely a ten
I should have known it. You still have those chocolate-kiss eyes.
I glanced up at him. "I love things that are beautiful when you don't expect them to be.