If beauty is a blade of grass,
and strength is a grain of sand,
then you are miles of rolling plains,
and a dune-filled desert land.
And your love, like the sun,
touches everyone.
#5
The familiar sounds of her family drifted up from the yard and in through the window. They mixed with the soft afternoon light filtering through the jacaranda tree and hovered above her bed.
#4
Fear pressed upon her, paralyzing her as darkness seeped from the edges of the room. It gathered around the bed, rising like an oily tide, it’s black, wraith-like tendrils wound around her trembling figure.
#3
As Jason slid his fingers into the strange glove, the group erupted with laughter. A smile flickered across his face. Turning slowly, he raised his hand, flipping them off with his shimmering, sequined finger.
#2
She felt the blush creep up her neck and across her face, staining her cheeks. She desperately wished to turn away, but his gray eyes shone with cold liquid malice, refusing to release her.
#1
Reuben peered over the ledge and shuddered as cold dread settled in his gut. Below, an immense plain of blackened earth streaked with yellow scabs of sulfurstone, spread toward the horizon like a stain.