What was beauty unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key? It was just something for other people to use and admire, or envy, despise. To nail their dreams onto like a picture hanger on a blank wall. And so many girls saying, use me, dream me.

A cliche is everything you've ever heard of.

Pick a better verb. Most people use twenty verbs to describe everything from a run in their stocking to the explosion of an A-bomb.

She should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and stained, a ruined thing.

I felt like an undeveloped photograph that he was printing, my image rising to the surface under his gaze.

I use my fiction to explore my own unconscious issues. I usually don't even know what's going on with me until I'm writing.

What is real is always worth it.