“Seamus shuddered in horror, before he pulled himself together. Determined, he reached between my thighs and shoved hard. Pain, like the fire of a thousand suns, burned through my belly. I tried to squirm away from his hands, using mine… — A.B. Shepherd Copy Share Image
“On this one long, blessed night we refused to worry, allowing only hopes and dreams for the future of the human race, held in the miniscule hands of these newborns.” — A.B. Shepherd Copy Share Image
“Sitting outside on a dark night, under the stars, invites confidences amongst people of all ages, and all walks of life. It invokes an… — A.B. Shepherd Copy Share Image
“The poker fell from my trembling hands as my entire body shook with reaction. I fell to my knees, pressed my hands to my… — a.b. shepherd Copy Share Image
“I sometimes wish I could spontaneously combust. Burn until nothing but ash is left, to be washed away by the wind and the rain.” — A.B. Shepherd Copy Share Image
“My skin also blue tinted from the cold, and completely spent, I let go allowing the current to do what it longed to do… — A.B. Shepherd Copy Share Image
“I felt like I was living two lives. One in the present and one in the past.” — A.B. Shepherd Copy Share Image
“Hesitating, I stood in the doorway to the room holding the proof of my sin.” — A.B. Shepherd Copy Share Image
“...I’m tired of everyone looking at me with pity in their eyes. I’m tired of feeling like my heart is being ripped out of… — A.B. Shepherd Copy Share Image
“I kept staring at the door as if it held the secret to the universe.” — A.B. Shepherd Copy Share Image
“Maybe when I’d wrecked I had hit my head. Could that be it? Did I have a brain injury? Was I hallucinating? I didn’t… — a.b. shepherd Copy Share Image
“I felt like I was an arrow, pulled back and ready to be launched into something big.” — A.B. Shepherd Copy Share Image
“We are all visitors to this time, this place. We are just passing through. Our purpose here is to observe, to learn, to grow,… — A.B. Shepherd Copy Share Image
“She brushed the tears from their faces and sang them a melancholy lullaby. Her obvious devotion to her daughters pulled at my heart strings,… — A.B. Shepherd Copy Share Image
