richelle-goodrich

That was the coolest thing ever._ Eena smiled at the fact that she__ been lucky enough to touch the wings of a real crioness. __hat was highly unusual. I can__ believe they came right up to us__o you._ __hey were hungry, I__ sure._ __till, crioness are cautious. They always avoid people. To let you touch him like it did_.._ She grinned with pure satisfaction. __ild huh? Derian__ not going to believe me when I tell him._ Eena cocked her head when Ian laughed out loud. __hat?_ she asked, a note of offense in her

Have you ever felt as if your dreams were more memorable, more alive, than what you knew to be reality? Have your dreams ever seemed so tangible as to make you question upon waking if you__ truly only dreamt them? Have they at times been addictive enough to consume your waking hours; blurring actuality and pretend together until your wishes and passions stare back at you with open

No misery compares to staring at a clear night's sky with arms stretched toward a coveted star, wishing on what is forever out of reach.

If you avoid all of life's abrasions you will never be polished enough to shine.

You may think you've hit rock bottom in your life but guess what__here's more crud underneath those rocks.

Life may dawdle along in minutes but don't be deceived, for it will sprint by in years before you even notice.

Little girls grow up thinking that knights in shining armor actually exist. _But they don't. _And if those valiant heroes ever did bless this world with their chivalrous deeds, I imagine, just_like Christ's apostles, they were destroyed by envy on the battlefront.

I've yet to find another soul who believes in me with the same fervency as my mother.

Saying 'I'm sorry' is saying 'I love you' with a wounded heart in one hand and your smothered pride in the other.

Christmas is a whisper of peace and a sigh of hope on the lips of love.

There are no rest stops on the road of life. Otherwise they'd be congested with traffic.

A monster's worst fear is of being found.

Obsessing over something that has jarred your world is called coping.

There are times you find yourself standing by the wayside, watching as someone struggles to dig a well with a spoon, and you wish with all your heart you had arms and a shovel.

My life is a fairytale stuck at the climax.

It's silly to think the left eye would envy the right or that one foot would be jealous of the other, and yet so often it is the case.

Laughter and love are their own forms of exercise meant to keep a body healthy.

Aging is a mortal term that my immortal spirit doesn't quite grasp.