Poetic-fiction Quote by Lauren DeStefano

“She was whispering into it in some language that sounded like butterflies drowning in honey.”

— Chris Cleave

“An idea was knocking about in the back of her head, like a moth at a dimly lit window.”

— Sarah Hilary

“He just stared at me, his gaze intense. I couldn’t look away any more than I could move my arm. Energy crackled between us,…

— Danielle Paige

“I shivered, only the pale moonlight filtering in through the high rows of dusty, neglected windows. “You are so creepy.” “Duh. I’m monster that…

— Ketley Allison

“I whisper under my breath, pressing my forehead to the glass of the window and letting my lashes kiss my reflection.”

— C.M. Stunich

“His eyes darted over the surface of my face. Like a moth to a blaze he was hesitant, seeming to crave my warmth but…

— Shawn Kirsten Maravel

“... But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole.”

— Hafsah Laziaf

“I have rubbed, knocked and brushed up against a thousand windows, trying to get an image.”

— Anthony Liccione

“whispering into my eye.”

— Kirsty-Anne Still

“His arms held me like I was made of glass. Glass that you wanted to protect without cracking, but crush into your soul for…

— Shelly Crane

“Let me touch your skin." His words came out like a snake flicking its tongue, testing out the air to see if there was…

— J.L. Drake

“His eyes searched mine. "Thank you." "For What?" I loved the feel of his arms around me and how I fit against him, hard…

— Jennifer L. Armentrout