I watched his fingers clench and unclench, and I wondered if he was dreaming that they were wrapped around my neck.
Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside inside me. his pain, my pain.
Super-secret Ninja Club sounds way cooler than the whole BFF thing.
Bring on the shackles - I'm your prisoner
I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.
My first feeling was that there was no way to continue. Writing isn't like math;in math, two plus two always equals four no matter what your mood is like. With writing, the way you feel changes everything.