The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.

She carried a knife inside of herself now, one that was always cutting her. She could feel it every time she swallowed, every time her thoughts strayed from the splendor of the wild.

She couldn't disappoint the whole village. There were no wallscreens here, no newsfeeds or satellites bands, and touring soccer teams were no doubt few and far between. (...), that made stories a valuable commodity, and it probably wasn't very often that a stranger dropped in from the sky.

Let others wage war. You, lucky Austria, shall marry.

Most men's awareness doesn't extend past their dinner plates.

You look beautiful - David

The human heart is a strange vessel. Love and hatred can exist side by side.