It is strange that something so simple as a string, so small and delicate, could make a bad day good.

It felt like, as I gazed down at it, that it was the only thing in life I could control.

I also felt like the string was a microcosm for the universe t…

Fiona always wore socks that went half way up her legs. I remembered that about her.

It was a common theme to her look and as the fashion of stockings progressed so did she.

Sometimes it looked like galaxies climbing up her calves and I adored it for re…

"You drink too much" she said to him. "Or not enough. I guess it depends on what you are going for."

"I'm going for the 'forgetting my misery'" he said with a sigh.

"What you need to do is write more. Especially if you are drinking. All the great writin…

We pressed our bodies into the wet morning grass. We had spent the night walking around the neighborhood talking about nothing in particular, but now we had fallen in tune with the quiet of the rising sun.

"I adore you," I said, breaking the silence. "Yo…

"I'm a bird, you know," Jessica said without any sort of sarcasm.

I wasn't quite sure how to reply. It wasn't the most random thing she'd ever said but it caught me off guard since it was midnight and we were on the trunk of my car behind a McDonald's …