#22

The indefinable smell that caressed the room - a perfume, though mayhap more of a cologne - brought forth such a crashing wave of heavy nostalgia. Such a crashing indeed, as I had never experienced such force behind a vague emotion like this one. It was nostalgia for things that had been, and yet, had never. Almost as if I were desiring something that does not exist in this world, but in fact, is real. And if not in this world, than at least another. And the emotions that it tugged to surface…it made me want to weep uncontrollably…both with heavy sorrow, and great joy.

#21

The hatred that the mother had for others, had transferred on to her child in an even stronger dose.

#20

Her eyes lit with the fire that fell from the sky.

#19

She took out her halo to polish and wear it...but...only when needed.

#18

But they still resembled penguins, even though they were dressed in monkey suits.

#17

That made about as much sense as a honeybee's dance moves.

#16

Bad memories; they draw a curtain of darkness around my heart.