Case 1; New York
Lacey was going on a case to New York. She had been called by the FBI to investigate a crime, a brutal murder.
A 19 year old girl had been shot dead in a deserted alley on Saturday evening at 11 O’clock.
“Her name was Kathey Turner” said Harry Yorks. Harry was one of Lacey’s fellow detectives, as were Lizzy, Tammy, Brennan and Jimmy.
“Hey, look over there,” cried Brennan. They all looked and saw a sight that filled them with anger and disgusted. Angry spirits rolled around Laceys head. There, in front of them was a picture of Kathey when she was alive and there was a big red cross through it. At the bottom of the picture it said: Losers always die first. It sent a chill through Lacey bones.” —My 8 year old cousin wrote this ALL BY HERSELF. She wakes up at 6 am every morning, before her family gets up, and types this on the computer.. AHH I mean, if I am not inspired by this to stop procrastinating and get on with my projects, nothing will help me.
“Es que una madre de origen ruso, cuando va a besar a sus hijos, en vez de darles un beso quiere darles cuarenta. Le expliqué esto a uno de mis hijos y me respondió que lo que hacía era buscar un pretexto, que lo que me gustaba de verdad era besarlos.”
Clarice Lispector, Aprendiendo a vivir.
Poet Lewis Morris: It is a conspiracy of silence against me, a conspiracy of silence. What should I do?
Writer Oscar Wilde: Join it.
via my “an insult a day” calendar.
She wears a necktie and a Panama hat.
Her passport shows a face
From another time and place
She looks nothin’ like that.
And all the remnants of her recent past
Are scattered in the wild wind.
She walks across the marble floor
Where a voice from the gambling room is callin’ her to come on in.
She smiles, walks the other way
As the last ship sails and the moon fades away
From Black Diamond Bay.” —
Adventure, is the only word that I’m interested in lately.