The kingdom they are from, where no magic lights appear.
Read MoreThey shot Mr. Malcolm dead, right out in front of Clyde's Place.
Mr. Malcolm, they called him. He was fourteen years old. Not much of a mister yet, and no chance to be one now.
Read MoreI smile. His eyes widen before he tilts his head, curious. He hasn’t seen this in so long.
Read MoreSmiles win me more lies than hatred.
Read MoreI wasn't in control of that decision at all. It was as if my legs had more courage than the rest of me and started without consulting the other parts. It was like watching a movie, I was distanced from what was happening, but I hated seeing it.
Read MoreA red line on the light green kitchen wall.
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