Truth Is Beauty

I Don't Like The Vampire Books. I Don't Like Any Of Those.

We're Doing The Twyla, Not Twilight, So Stop Sucking!

When The Horse Was Little, Massie Had Covered The Walls With Posters Of Young Fillies That She Thought Brownie Would Find Sexy.

It Was An Image Melody Would Never Forget. Or Was It The Emotions The Image Conjured - Hope, Excitement, And Fear Of The Unknown, All Three Tightly Braided Together, Creating A Fourth Emotion That Was Impossible To Define. She Was Getting A Second Chance At Happiness And It Tickled Like Swallowing Fifty Fuzzy Caterpillars.

Watching A Make-out While Wrapped In A Blanket With A Guy She Wanted To Make Out With Made Her Feel Exposed. Obvious. Transparent. Like Her Thoughts Were Flashing Before His Eyes. Finally Brett Managed To Pull Away Without Consent Of Bekka's Lips. The Confusion Created A Sloppy Bite-a-juicy-peach Sound. Everyone Cringed.