You Couldn't Give Up You

Honestly, When You Start Talking About Genres, You're Talking As Much About The Business Side Of Writing As Anything Else. Certainly There Are Elements Of Reader Expectation That Play Into Various Genres, And Those Are Important, But It Also Becomes About Packaging, Placement, Audience....in The End, I'm Not A Fan Of Labels. I Think The Best Fiction Blurs The Boundaries Between Genres, Stretches And Breaks Them.

Nothing Was Easier To Shatter Than The Fragile Shield Of An Idealist.

Alice Started To Cry. It Came With No Sound, No Shuddering, No Childlike Hysterics, Just A Soul-deep Release That Turned Into Moisture And Dripped Down Her Puffy Pink Cheeks. She Touched Her Tears, Frowning. Then She Looked Up At Julia And Whimpered Two Words Before She Fell Asleep. ‘real Hurts.’

....both Had Learned That Everything Could Change In An Instant, And That The Heartfelt Vows Of People In Love Were Fragile Words That, Once Shattered, Could Cut So Deeply You'd Bleed Forever.

It Was The Magic Hour, The Moment In Time When Every Leaf And Blade Of Grass Seemed To Separate, When Sunlight, Burnished By The Rain And Softened By The Coming Night, Gave The World An Impossibly Beautiful Glow.