“Her eyes burrow into my forehead like greedy grubs that want to feed off my private thoughts.” — Emlyn Chand Copy Share Image
“The coldness coats my senses. I envision it turning into a stone wall as thick as the depths of their lies. I picture it towering before me, barring the portion of my brain which controls emotions. I conjure a small… — Quoleena Sbrocca Copy Share Image
