“ But forever was a useless term, relevant only for the dead. ”
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy Ethan had once tried to capture with his tiny fingers.
~ K. Martin Beckner
She chose the attractive room, not noticing the cloven hoof exposed beneath the ornate curtains. That decision has surely haunted her every day since, finally catching up to her.
The world to him no longer seemed a math equation but rather a complex piece of art, a masterpiece of things not easily understood.
That scream left her mouth and entered my head, where it's been ever since, sometimes waking me up at night.
