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I reached down and picked up a baseball bat at my feet and I flung it as hard as it could. It circled and arced high in — Laura Anderson Kurk, Perfect Glass
The hours tick by as I lie in bed.Memories keep surfacing, tormenting me into unbelievable sadness. I can't bring myself — Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
I'm being pulled under - father and farther from the surface. My lungs continue to scream for air. Panic is building ins — Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
One of his hands move away from my face to flatten against my back, pulling me closer to him as he deepens the kiss. He — Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
Night has settled over Paris.The streets have cleared of the crowds, and the city has been lit up. I set my book down, d — Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
He drinks his coffee tentatively, glancing at me every few seconds, watching me. Every time he glances in my direction, — Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
He stares at me—taking me in—with his lips slightly parted. I struggle to hold myself in place as we gawk at each other. — Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
Every gesture and every look he gives me takes me by surprise and causes my heart to stutter. — Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
I freeze, my feet suddenly glued to the floor. It takes me a minute to gather the courage to turn around, but when I do, — Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
I grab the nearest lamppost when my knees threaten to give out, panting for breath as the words rip through me — Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
I take in all the colorful locks that line the bridge. Each one told a story. Each lock represented a relationship that — Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
When we step onto the bridge, Nathan turns and spreads his arms out wide. ‘Welcome to Pont des Arts, a.k.a. The Lock Bri — Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
The boy took my sketchbook. — Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
I head in the direction of the Eiffel Tower when I exit the alley, relieved to be out of the dark. — Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
He smirks, shaking his head and letting his eyes wander. I watch him carefully, wondering what I can say to get him to l — Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
What’s not to love? I made friends with a pretty girl and now we get to plan a castle break in. This beats the day to da — Emilyann Girdner, The Labyrinth Wall
What kind of life is that? Do you know? Do you? Because I know. I lived that life. For years I lived it. Without you. An — Laney McMann, Torn
I’d stumbled upon the inner sanctuary of a woman who loved the world. Loved the faces of people she saw. Loved the way a — Laura Anderson Kurk, Perfect Glass
Jo told me once that she was an old woman everywhere but in her studio. “There I’m only myself,” she’d said. Standing in — Laura Anderson Kurk, Perfect Glass
Hearing my brother’s words coming out of Henry, this stranger in a strange town, made me feel wild with all the loss—wil — Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl