It was an image Melody would never forget. Or was it the emotions the image conjured - hope, excitement, and fear of the unknown, all three tightly braided together, creating a fourth emotion that was impossible to define. She was getting a second chance at happiness and it tickled like swallowing fifty fuzzy caterpillars.

When the horse was little, Massie had covered the walls with posters of young fillies that she thought Brownie would find sexy.

Why limit yourself to just one best friend?

The confusing lesson whipped Frankie's anger into something she had never felt before. It was like an emotional meringue - the airy feeling of loneliness topped with the hard crisp of injustice. Yet its taste was far from sweet.

Inspiration is all around us. Don't let the brain limit the mind .

You must be poor. why? cuz ur not making any cents!

Are you nervous about no longer being a big fish in a small pond?