Survivors Can't Always Choose Their Methods.

Mercy," Said My Mother Thoughtfully, "you Never Told Me Your Werewolf Neighbor Was Quite That Hot.

Heart Turned To Me, His Face Thought­ful. “yes­ter­day Morn­ing. Yes, That Means That Daphne Hadn’t Been Home For Two Days Be­fore That.” He Smiled At Me. “you Were Sup­posed To Be The Al­pha’s Eye Can­dy.” Adam Laughed. “what?” I Asked Him. “you Don’t Think I’d Be Good Eye Can­dy?” I Looked Down At My Over­alls And Grease-​stained Hands. I’d Torn An­oth­er Nail To The Quick. “hon­ey Is Eye Can­dy,” Said Ben Apolo­get­ical­ly. “you’re . . . Just You.” “mine,” Said Adam, Edg­ing Be­tween Heart And Me. “mine Is What She Is.

Are You Done Yet?' Issac Called Charles Tilted His Head Back And Called Back, 'i Suppose That's Why They Call You The Five Minute Wonder.' Anna Could Feel Her Eyes Round And Her Mouth Drop Open 'i Cant Believe You Just Said That' She Paused And Reconsidered. 'i Am So Telling Samuel You Said That.' Charles Smiled. Kissed Her Gently, And Said 'samuel Won't Believe You.

Moonlight Streamed In, Sending Loving Beams Over His Face. He Closed His Eyes And Basked In It, And I Could Tell It Was Calling To Him, Even Though The Moon Was Not Full. She Didn't Speak To Me, But Samuel Had Once Described Her Song To Me In The Words Of A Poet. The Expression Of Bliss On His Face While He Listened To Her Music Made Him Beautiful.

Truth Is Without Flourishes Or Manners And Runs With A Logic All Its Own.