“It was a walk, it was a chase, it was a symphony of time.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“The last time I checked, I wasn’t the one who tripped over a glass container of sugar that I had myself dropped...after,… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“A fleeting moment of bliss filling your existence with ecstasy, only to fade with the dimming light. No, I could not believe… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“I twirled for a moment, moonlight kissing my shoulders. It felt like not simply the sky, but the air, was composed of… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“Many a year I told her tales. And then the time came for me to watch. And watch I have.” — 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
