I Planted A Seed Of

You Like Me, Josie Moraine. You Just Don't Know It Yet.

Was It Harder To Die, Or Harder To Be The One Who Survived?

Good Men Are Often More Practical Than Pretty " Said Mother. "andrius Just Happens To Be Both.

If I Poured All The Lies I Had Told Into The Mississippi, The River Would Rise And Flood The City.

My Breathing Slowed. I Shaded Her Thick Chestnut Hair Resting In A Smooth Curve Against Her Face, A Large Bruise Blazing Across Her Cheek. I Paused, Looking Over My Shoulder To Make Certain I Was Alone. I Drew Her Eye Makeup, Smudged By Tears. In Her Watery Eyes I Drew The Reflection Of The Commander, Standing In Front Of Her, His Fist Clenched. I Continued To Sketch, Exhaled, And Shook Out My Hands.