“You should nurture me, not leave halfway.”
Penny ignored it. Although she tried to escape, guilt gnawed at her ribs. Life was in shambles — her wallpaper had lost its adhesiveness, her wallet its weight to repaint.
He endured schooling
like a dormant volcano
Great start to the week, James mused looking at the bleary-eyed fifth years rummaging their backpacks for paint and brushes. Art was…
I stood backstage listening to my heartbeat’s crescendo. It was my first time. I watched her prepare herself; sneaking glances at the mirror…