Dennis Sharpe

Because what__ lifeWithout happinessAnd where__ happinessWithout risk

This was too much for him to handle. It was like watching memories of his life play out from a different camera angle, sometimes with new scenes added. He was living DVD extras.

If misery were water, he thinks as he climbs into his car and turns the key, I could just drown or let it wash me away entirely.

To one degree or another we all fight against preconceptions nearly every day. The wisest people I know don't compare their fight to that of others. Everything is relative through the lens of personal struggle.Heroes come in all shapes and sizes... mine are often those who are fighting their fight in public. Unashamed. Proud. An example.Heroes aren't perfect. They have faults and flaws. They stumble from time to time. They are heroes, though, because they correct themselves... and set an example, intended or not, for the world observing them... even, and especially, to those who would love nothing more than to see them fail.Stay Strong!

The things this man does to me are beyond what I feel should be possible. Butterflies. Fucking butterflies. Damn him.

A lie's true power cannot be accurately measured by the number of people who believe its deception when it is told, it must be measured by the number of people who will go out after hearing it trying to convince others of its truth.

Often, things are left unsaid. Everyone is guilty of thinking and feeling things... of loving or appreciating others... and of taking for granted that those others will just be there... to continue to share life's journey with...Then when one is gone... so quickly... all those things left unsaid... they matter more, because they were unspoken...Everyone fights their own battles inside themselves... often no one outside them even knows the wars that rage inside even those who they are closest to...I'd like to take the time, here and now, to tell all of you... those close to me, and those who aren't... those who matter so much... and those who have influenced me in even the smallest ways... all of you... that you matter. You are important. You are appreciated. Don't for a moment think otherwise. Don't, for even an instant, think or feel that you are not a wonder... a gift to the world... that makes it a better place to be... or that it would ever, in any way, be anything less than a tragedy for you to leave before your time.

She looked at him like it physically hurt her not to speak, and yet she stayed silent.

This guy sounds like all the bad guys from the last ten years of murder movies all rolled into one. Like he might be the worst of those books you have there. If he was real, and really like that, then I should arrest him, right?_ Matthew asked, hoping he could show the boy that he would protect him, and he could tell him the truth now.__o, Deputy. Because he is real, and he is really like that, and you should run.

In the end, Nora, there__ only time. All we have is time_and even if this wasn__ happening, we still don__ ever have much_no one does. We only have the moment we__e in. We have right now.

Telling you how I know_what I know_it could make things worse than they already are_for all of us

See, I can talk to the pretty man like a real grown up if I try hard enough.

Like all men who look this good, Frank has no interest in women.

We can go somewhere more private if you__ like_ Buck_ I whisper softly in his ear, pulling back almost as slowly as the wicked grin spreads across my face. His perverse smile hides nothing. I have him now, hook, line and zipper.

Standing in front of him I wipe his liquid from the corner of my mouth and stare deeply. I can see the panic in his eyes. I can smell his fear, deep, rich and growing, and for the first time tonight I__ actually aroused.

You have two choices, sweetheart. Answer my questions, or get a monster new facial piercing.

You know where I__ going to be, and you__l know where I__e been every step of my way to get there. You__e made a hobby out of taking things away from me_ a lot of them I never even knew to miss, but I know now. I know what you just took, and there__ no way you__e taking anything else from me. It__ time for me to start taking from you,_ Wednesday said with a confidence in her voice that even she noticed and was proud to hear.__ thought you said you weren__ running from me anymore,_ Klein said with a laugh in his voice.Her face was red, and she felt like she was on fire. She managed, summoning all her will, to keep herself from screaming and instead, keep an even and icy voice. ____ not, you piece of shit. Now, I__ running at you.

Inching into the room, it__ clear something is wrong here. There__ a tingling sensation up my legs and back before I can even really focus on the parlor__ details. There are silhouettes of people, but I can see through them. It__ like shadows were cast and left behind to do as they please. Lost in the surreal sight of them for a moment, I inch further into the room without noticing that some were now moving behind me.There is no warning. I__ suddenly in the air, and moving backward rapidly toward the wall. It__ almost a full second before my body registers the actual pain of the blow my stomach just took. Being hit by a car doesn't even compare to this, and I didn't even see it coming.__or a shadow, you hit like a sledgehammer!_ The words barely escape before something else slams into the base of my skull embedding most of my upper body in the wall and all but removing my head. These things are like Lucy; the disembodied dead who haven__ moved on. I've never met others that can actually touch things physically, they must be fairly potent.I pull my face out of the hole it had been planted in, letting plaster dust fall, coating my chest and legs like snow. Looking around quickly I try to gauge my surroundings. I can__ see them, but I know they__e there. Is one easy night, without a huge dry-cleaning bill, too much to ask for these days?I only have time to dwell on it a moment before my head is bouncing off the hardwood floor; once, twice, and then a third time in quick succession. Now __ick splinters out of my forehead_ can be added to my Saturday night to-do list. Damn it, this is not going as planned.