• devoari commented on the post, drought 5 years, 11 months ago

    The cracked heels of old women, the jagged edges of tough skin coming apart at the white cracks like sunburnt dirt.

  • devoari commented on the post, summer 8 years, 7 months ago

    The sound of the night frogs
    coming across the dark water
    moonlit with laughter

  • devoari commented on the post, wake 8 years, 7 months ago

    She woke up late in the wake of the sun, blinking her eyes in the soft white light left in the trail of a spinning star.

  • devoari commented on the post, fiction 8 years, 7 months ago

    She raised up walls of glass around her life, carefully constructed mirrors and lenses that distorted the outside world and only let the light stream in the way she wanted it to, each ray falling just right in that perfect fairytale glow no matter what happened. People said she was lying herself, but she was […]

  • devoari commented on the post, success 8 years, 7 months ago

    It was savory, not sweet. Sweetness lingered in the mouth for a long time, but the savor of success faded away quickly, only leaving you wanting more and more.

  • devoari commented on the post, element 9 years, 1 month ago

    It was only when she took off her shoes that she was in her element again, her toes sinking into the sand like fish gills opening in the water.

  • devoari commented on the post, wand 9 years, 2 months ago

    She is slightly disappointed when they leave the shop. It is not made up of unicorn hair or willow wood or anything remotely feminine at all. It is a plain and solid hickory with a bit of Common Ridgeback heartstring, an average wand reeking of cleaning charms and vegetable spells and mediocrity.

  • devoari commented on the post, spine 9 years, 2 months ago

    He runs his fingers over the books, tracing the warped spines and faded gilt with a sigh.

  • devoari commented on the post, starlight 9 years, 2 months ago

    She walks like starlight twinkling through the cracks of night. It is a rambling butterfly’s path of a stroll, hopping barefoot over the sidewalk cracks in the silver dress her mother made for her. She flickers from magnolia to mailbox to moonpuddle, her laugh twinkling in the darkness.