
A real animal taken from a fantasy. I wonder if its horn gets in the way as it tries to swim.
Standing on the highest roof in the city, I leaned over the side and peered down. Far below me, clouds swallowed up the lights and noises of the city. My hands clenched, nails digging into my palms, tears streaming down my face. Lost. Alone. Empty. I felt as if the world had devoured me and left me to die.
I recently read a battle scene that contained the word titanic twice and titanically once. The whole scene sounded riciculous.
Thomas looked around the room. He saw the book on bedstand. He wondered what it could be.
Boring.
"Darkness crawled along my skin" is more active than "The room was dark."
He smiledat her.