There, in the corner under the window-the window through which he thought he saw movement before-was a slender white foot! Quinn’s heart froze in his chest and frightened bile began working its way up his esophagus. ~ “The Mirror
I am unbelievably nervous.
It is most unlike me.
This girl is really messing with my mojo.
On a nightstand in a teenager’s room, a glass vase filled with violets leans precariously against a wall. The only thing saving the vase from a thousand-piece death on the hardwood floor is the groove in the nightstand’s surface that catches the bottom of vase, and of course the wall itself. The violets, nearly a week old, droop in the light of a waning gibbous moon. Wrinkled petals are already piling up on the floor between the nightstand and the wall, and a girl only six days sixteen stares at the dying bouquet from her bed.
Sisyphus, I. I cling to my rock, you don’t have to chain me. Stand back! I roll it up-up, up. And … down we go. I knew that would happen. See, I’m on my feet again. See, I’m starting to roll it up again. Don’t try to talk me out of it. Nothing, nothing could tear me away from this rock.
Put me down.
Don’t forget to wind the restricted clock and put the confidential cat out.
As he carefully made his way back to the stairs and awkwardly turned off the light, he did not notice that the dark shadow he had assumed was his reflection remained in the mirror. He didn’t see the hands press against the surface and make large, liquid-like bulges beneath the glass. Nor did he hear the whispers that so suddenly and violently filled the dark, cluttered space as he had closed and locked the heavy attic door. ~ “The Mirror
Without pride, man becomes a parasite – and there are already too many parasites.
She had an emptiness in her eyes like a ghost tired of haunting.
I was cautious in what I said before the young lady; for I could not be sure that she was sane; and, in fact, there was a certain restless brilliancy about her eyes that half led me to imagine she was not.