Now he knew that any memories he might cherish during the last years of his life would be only fictions from a biography he’d never lived.
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’t belong...
Fictions are realities we don’t think of, that are happening to people we know nothing about.
Who says that fictions only and false hairBecome a verse? Is there in truth no beauty?Is all good structure in a winding stair?
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.
Most civilizations had more fiction than they did real history.
Those who never face oppositions always stop at propositions.-Those who never confront obstacles live with delays and postponements
He sent it flying at full speed. It jumped six times as well, sending ripples across the sea. The small splashes of foam turned into miniature rainbows as they caught the light of the evening...
I knew that it was impossible for us to be kept apart for too long.
Have you lost your mind? What have I told you Charlie about whales? You can’t MANHANDLE THEM!
So Mary gasped in disbelief as she heard the squeaking noise again, and the grandmother’s rocking chair was not moving at all. Then the grandmother opened her eyes and looked directly at her, holding her...
Although nobody could ever know about our friendship, that wasn’t going to stop us from being together.
Everything was quiet now. It was even too freaky quiet. The house seemed big without anyone else inside. It felt lonely; like a ghost town.
I watched her shadow merge with the darker colours of the deep sea.
I could have drowned today. If they hadn’t been screaming my name so loudly and if I hadn’t woken up, I would have drowned.
Our pendants glowed in unison and I understood that they represented us – Siren and human intertwined for eternity.
I told you; I am Arianna, the Siren, your Guardian, and how is a Guardian supposed to do her job if she is clueless about the Guardianee?
I can’t; it’s a golf cart.
I closed my eyes and dived into foreign water.
He had a respect for facts maybe this was one.
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...
I could have drowned…and my brother didn’t even care.
Bad as political fiction can be, there is always a politician prepared to make it look artistic by comparison.
We share a bond. We do everything together. We have a piece of strong, invisible thread connecting us. It’s indestructible – it can never be broken. The thread is the key item that links us...
The last image I registered was Ethan and my hand – linked, bound and unbreakable.
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