- "Control what an interesting word for you to be dwelling on" - "I have other words" I scream the F-Word in my head, over and over again.

I am the ocean we lived on for two months. I am empty. I am nothing.

He winked at her. She giggled. And I threw up a little in my mouth

I'm fine." It's a lie. I am not fine. My head is a symphony of pain, a sadistic master maestro conducting an opus of excruciating, devastating perfecting.

Leave it to a boy to make the Faerie Realms look like a dump.

It's a good thing we're pretty to look at," I said as Lend sat down on the orange plastic seats next to me. "Because we don't have much else going for us as bowlers.

Streams of melting snow.