“She dreamt in shades of amethyst, drinking the deep purple elixir in ballads of wood nymphs, tiptoeing by elves that hid in the veiled alcoves of trees and spinning past garden faeries laughing.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“As for clichés, they’re an illusion. When you think about it, anything could be considered a cliché. It’s when you really bring truth to… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“And so, they sat next to a birch tree, watching the butterflies spin around them. Linetta leaned back, her dark hair falling against the… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“A coldness, nearly tangible due to its extreme weight, was perceptible the instant I entered the room.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“Despite its many layers, I THIRST is a simple tale. I have truly been honored by the positive feedback for my little story. As… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“Is there any sight more beautiful than ethereal mist cast over an eternal sea?” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“Wisps of clouds scattered across the heavens, as if brought to their place by a great sigh.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“It was a walk, it was a chase, it was a symphony of time.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“They are each a maze,” he said thoughtfully. “Each of them—both the rose and the shell—go around and around in their own way, yet… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“Ethereal mist lingered across the hushed landscape, shrouding a round moon, gossamer swans dancing across a lake of pearl. Yet, while it was a… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
