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Thomas tilted his head towards me. "Don't mind him, he's drunk.""Does he work for you?" I asked him. "Who, Rick? No no no. Really though, he's a fine gentleman, if you speak to him while you're heavily intoxicated. You have to be brought down to HIS level of intelligence in order to properly communicate with him, you see." Thomas said.

She smiled sinisterly. Light mist started to slowly swirl around us. All I could see was her, the tall rocks and the white wall. She beckoned to me. I took a step and another. I was now ankle deep into the water. The mysterious girl smiled like a predator.

I was slightly thankful when Mom finally came out and unlocked the car. It was warm and toasty inside and it smelt like home. There was not the slightest smell of something that didn__ belong home.

I refuse to live in a constant fighting match, Landon. It will not do!' 'And I__e tried living without you, and it just won__ do!

Our pendants glowed in unison and I understood that they represented us _ Siren and human intertwined for eternity.

I knew that it was impossible for us to be kept apart for too long.

I watched her shadow merge with the darker colours of the deep sea.

Have you lost your mind? What have I told you Charlie about whales? You can__ MANHANDLE THEM!

The other one was filled with loud and obnoxious tourists. Always boasting on winning a sand castle competition and seeing who could get tanned first. What a whacky bunch of people.

What would you like for your own life, Kate, if you could choose?___nything?___f course anything.___hat__ really easy, Aunty Ivy.___o on then.___ straw hat...with a bright scarlet ribbon tied around the top and a bow at the back. A tea-dress like girls used to wear, with big red poppies all over the fabric. A pair of flat, white pumps, comfortable but really pretty. A bicycle with a basket on the front. In the basket is a loaf of fresh bread, cheese, fruit oh...and a bottle of sparkly wine, you know, like posh people drink. ____ cycling down a lane. There are no lorries or cars or bicycles. No people _ just me. The sun is shining through the trees, making patterns on the ground. At the end of the lane is a gate, sort of hidden between the bushes and trees. I stop at the gate, get off the bike and wheel it into the garden.__n the garden there are flowers of all kinds, especially roses. They__e my favourite. I walk down the little path to a cottage. It__ not big, just big enough. The front door needs painting and has a little stained glass window at the top. I take the food out of the basket and go through the door. __nside, everything is clean, pretty and bright. There are vases of flowers on every surface and it smells sweet, like lemon cake. At the end of the room are French windows. They need painting too, but it doesn__ matter. I go through the French windows into a beautiful garden. Even more flowers there...and a veranda. On the veranda is an old rocking chair with patchwork cushions and next to it a little table that has an oriental tablecloth with gold tassels. I put the food on the table and pour the wine into a glass. I__ sit in the rocking chair and close my eyes and think to myself... this is my place.__rom A DISH OF STONES

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...Sigerius realized that every academic looked like every other academic." - Bonita Avenue, p.49

Sex was the main component of her thoughts now. But love - and her desperate longing for it - had vanished from her heart like a migraine after a painkiller.

Love is the greatest unseen force in the universe." - Cole

Misunderstandings arise only in undefined relationships

We all have a book in us. The first step is recognising this. Writing it is a whole new journey.

Sometimes a night of over-eating leaves you hungry for something you can't name. An emptiness haunted me. An emptiness I didn't have a name for until I met Jeb. Now, I' m starving.

From the moment of birth, folks suddenly wanted what others said they could not have. Kids craved the most sugary sweets how alcoholics thirsted for one more drink with the most impactful punch.