“My eyes roved over the walls covered with my collages and prints of famous paintings. Magritte, Kandinsky, Kahlo. My origami shapes hung from fishing wire, dangling over my bed. They shivered in the slight breeze blowing through my open window.… — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“Wow, you're quite a handful. You sure your parents didn't deliberately ship you off on that escape pod?' Much to his surprise, rather than a sarcastic retort his little charge locked huge, brown eyes on his like a frightened doe… — Marcha A. Fox Copy Share Image
