Suddenly, this road felt like it served a different purpose. Like it was devoid of all human life and vestiges.
One night, as I gasped myself awake from loud and vivid dreams, I heard a voice. It was a low voice, vibrating with intensity, shaking and piercing me. It almost seemed as though I heard it not from my ears, but from somewhere deep inside of me.
The demon-slaying rebel teens of the Mortal Instruments have hit televisions everywhere as Freeform’s Shadowhunters. Like Harry Potter and other beloved fantasies, the epic story’s secrets lie in the real-world myths and legends that fuel its adventures.
I’ll use my new hands to sweep up
All of the hurt that I’ve thrown around like confetti,
Use my nails to dig out all of the harsh words
That have gotten stuck between my floorboards.
“This old trail used to be the only way through this little strip of Colorado to get onto Utah in the Winter when the snow was high, but it would give you about a 50/50 shot at making it. About half the people would freeze or starve to death. Take your pick. But the real story is, it wasn’t that simple. That was just a good alibi.”
In a daze, I continued to run, choosing random pathways and praying that some exit would reveal itself. No matter how far I ran, however, I was greeted with looming masses of books, watching me eagerly for signs of distress.
“I don’t like this box. It’s pink and it’s creepy.” She held it up in her left hand, her right poking at the ballerina on top. “And why is she so SKINNY?” she huffed. “She looks dead!”
I’m shaking on my keyboard right now. Now, I don’t believe they exist. I know they exist.
50 creepy places in our 50 creepy states.
I liked to act as though my toys were real, and I gave them each distinctive personalities. That said, they never moved of their own volition. I was always well-aware that I was the one controlling them. This was different. I wasn’t doing it. I wanted to cry and scream for my mom, but this was one of the first time she’d left me on my own, and I didn’t want to blow it.