The Big City is a rough place.
I can see the child in every old man and woman’s face.
Dimitri rubbed his eyes violently as he sat up and started thinking about other things, random images of the sky and the streets and happy people. Just to clear his head, bring him back to now.
Twins were an uncommon occurrence in the country of Ainland, despite the prolificacy of children in most families.
Emerson kept the lights on as long as he could stand it, but they put pressure on him.
I watched as the glass of the windows charred black, cracked, and shattered out. I watched the sharp, jittery, orange fingers slip out of the panes and upwards towards the sky.