Cut him. Cut him while I stand here and watch. I want to see the blood flow. Don't make me tell you twice.
If the stuff you're writing is not for yourself, it won't work.
Dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like diamonds, was forever.
Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals.
A great whispering noise began to rise in the woods on either side of the tracks, as if the forest had just noticed we were there and was commenting on it.
If you've ever been homesick, or felt exiled from all the things and people that once defined you, you'll know how important welcoming words and friendly smiles can be.