One April night, Earth's cloudy, coal-black screen / Tore with a bellow, lashing all the streets / With myriad malformed spherules full of sheen / And coating them like chalk-white, lengthy sheets…
You were a bright kid. You did well in school and college and in your free time you devoured books. In your mind you were part of the boarding school stories you read about. You were either the captain of the best House or the good girl who caught the petty thief amongst the girls.
“As a writer, I believe that even though I am new to the world of publishing short stories, I have the passion, love, dedication, and desire to bring out the best writing that I have to the world and touch the lives of people through my writing.”
As I have already regaled the internet with the inestimable literary opinions of the esteemed reviewers of Amazon, it’s past time I shared my own conclusions on the best fantasy novels and series out there. I don’t claim to have read everything (only the best), so if I’ve overlooked your favorite fantasies, I apologize preemptively. Let me know!
**Contains Trigger: Child Death.** Tara paused and looked at the photos along the staircase wall, feeling the waves of joy and pain crash through her. She allowed herself to look at them afresh, giving in to those feelings after so many days and months of avoiding them.
I’d only been potentially attracted before, which is a much easier situation to be in. But then, just as things were escalating in just the right way, the hotometer started ringing louder than it had ever rung before.
Sometimes I wished I had a little device implanted in me that told me whether or not the men I passed every day found me attractive. That would have saved me a lot of rejection and wasted time, you know?