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I don't think either of us can afford the luxury of the illusion of safety.
He was in no way a handsome man, but he was interesting, like the underside of a peeled-off scab.
What miniscule horrors we inflict without pausing.
Thank god for small mercies, they're the only kind you're going to get.
Funny, isn't it, you're this little kid, some kinda shit happens. Childhood ends, right there, like it's been shot. Like YOU'VE been shot. Like you're dead, but you go on living. I'm all adult and everything now, I've seen the south side of 30. But the tragic thing is,the little dead kid, it's still there. And dead kids never get to grow up.
God may have forgiven you, but a hurt little girl will hate you until the day she dies.
Bravery is facing dangerous circumstances with honor. Seeking out danger is merely stupidity, no matter how you face it.
From reknowned fantasy author Malena Coneely comes a chilling debut into the realm of horror with The Night Medicine... Sometimes the cure is worse than the disease.
It all started the night that she sat up in her sleep and shouted one desperate word: MAGIC! And fell back with a thud onto her pillow, completely unaware.
The baby snuggled its tiny body closer into the mother's large, comfortable chest, and then suddenly woke up, letting out a cry of loss and despair as it realized it was a 23 year old woman with one arm wrapped possessively around her fragile, terminally ill mother.
Art museums are dangerous places. you never know when you are going to round a corner and run straight into an image that will haunt you forever.
It is very frustrating, being an old soul, especially while your language and motor skills are still in early development. Although you may be thinking it, in non-verbal terms, you can't exactly say: "If everyone called this thing a fork, would it still be a spoon? Oh, and could you pick that up from the floor for me? I knocked it off the tray of my high-chair."
He was in no way a handsome man, but he was interesting, like the underside of a peeled-off scab.
What miniscule horrors we inflict without pausing.
Thank god for small mercies, they're the only kind you're going to get.
Funny, isn't it, you're this little kid, some kinda shit happens. Childhood ends, right there, like it's been shot. Like YOU'VE been shot. Like you're dead, but you go on living. I'm all adult and everything now, I've seen the south side of 30. But the tragic thing is,the little dead kid, it's still there. And dead kids never get to grow up.
God may have forgiven you, but a hurt little girl will hate you until the day she dies.
Bravery is facing dangerous circumstances with honor. Seeking out danger is merely stupidity, no matter how you face it.
From reknowned fantasy author Malena Coneely comes a chilling debut into the realm of horror with The Night Medicine... Sometimes the cure is worse than the disease.
It all started the night that she sat up in her sleep and shouted one desperate word: MAGIC! And fell back with a thud onto her pillow, completely unaware.
The baby snuggled its tiny body closer into the mother's large, comfortable chest, and then suddenly woke up, letting out a cry of loss and despair as it realized it was a 23 year old woman with one arm wrapped possessively around her fragile, terminally ill mother.
Art museums are dangerous places. you never know when you are going to round a corner and run straight into an image that will haunt you forever.
It is very frustrating, being an old soul, especially while your language and motor skills are still in early development. Although you may be thinking it, in non-verbal terms, you can't exactly say: "If everyone called this thing a fork, would it still be a spoon? Oh, and could you pick that up from the floor for me? I knocked it off the tray of my high-chair."
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