Author has written 2 stories for Religion, and General.
Hi, I'm Jeri; 15 years old from Atlanta, GA.
I like lists, vivid imagery, extended metaphors;
I adore the way the sky turns yellow after rain.
I think that if self-destruction had a flavor, it would be bitter coffee with a never-ending aftertaste.
Sometimes, when people stand behind me and I can't see them, I hold my breath and wait for the knife to hit me in between the shoulder blades - but it never comes.
I find that dreams are simply one-way mirrors, reflections of experiences half-forgotten, or perhaps two-thirds remembered.
I have never encountered anything more beautiful than the stars, nor anything more removed from the influence of the human race; I can only pray that the latter does not cause the former.
I believe that there are things in this life which we simply cannot know, and to attempt to understand them is folly - that magic is real and tangible - for what other way is there to explain the phenomenon of love?
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