The ground was silvery, as if some stars had fallen there.
Somewhere, a sparrow is singing in B minor.
My breath in the cold air was bleach that accidentally spilled on a black t-shirt.
In the temporary illumination of the headlights, the insects were scribbling out messages from God that we couldn't get.
All writers have the idea that they are famous.
Love is a big and wonderful idea, but life is made up of small things. As a kid, you have nothing to do with the way the world is run; you just have to hurry to catch up with it.