You don't always get what you wish for. Especially in Nazi Germany
Her teeth were like a soccer crowd, crammed in.
The human child – so much cannier at times than the stupefyingly ponderous adult.
A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.
I guess if editing doesn't hurt, you're probably not doing it properly. I find it quite difficult. The hardest part is believing that it's actually working and getting rid of the doubt that always creeps in.
She closes the door completely, and I crouch there. I allow myself to fall forward and rest my head on the door frame. My breath bleeds. My heartbeat drowns my ears.