“This journal will stay hidden among the dusty coverless books lining my bookshelf until the day I need to be reminded of who I really am. Then I will come for it and maybe I will read it to my… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share
“People weren't made for this kind of thing, he said, the way I feel about you, how much I feel, no one ever has… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share Image
“My mom sensed urgency even though there was none and I thought the charm I’d made was going to disintegrate in her hand.” — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share Image
“He wanted to feel her mouth, to taste every sloping curve and smooth indention, every inch of him melting until he was weightless enough… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share Image
“This journal will stay hidden among the dusty coverless books lining my bookshelf until the day I need to be reminded of who I really am. Then I will come for it and maybe I will read it to my son or daughter and pretend it's just another fairytale, changing every dark moment to light, conquering every villain, and replacing… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share
“brushed the hair from my face and I felt it stiff and sticking to her fingers. “Four weeks,” she said. Four. I sunk against… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share Image
“Fear, they had come to realize, not machines, is the most powerful weapon there is.” — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share Image
“Liliana stood staring at the posters, filling in the dark silhouettes with worn, grey faces. She imagined her mother, eyes dark and vacant and… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share Image
“She smiled, her arm grazing his as one of her fingers hovered over the wet paint. She pressed down, absorbing some of the liquid… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share Image
“The word skirted her to a halt. She had never heard anyone describe her as being impulsive. That implied some kind of excitement, a… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share Image
“Liliana ran her fingers across the indentions and in the dim light, she felt as if she were trying to read Braille. Some of… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share Image
“She heard the door crack open, the sharp cock of the gun and then all she could do was crawl into the crook of… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share Image
“The tide surged, carving a crescent in the sand. Water collapsed” — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share Image
