Fear is shiny. Ruthless in the eyes.

Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?

He's most likely robbing the bank as a paycheck on the world for winning the ugliness prize at his local fete three years running.

She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.

I'm asking you, I'm begging you, could you please shut your mouth for just five minutes?" You can imagine the reaction. They ended up in the basement.

Smile with instinct, then lick your wounds in the darkest of dark corners. Trace the scars back to your own fingers and remember them.

You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind.