A writer must be fearless. A writer has to be like a clawed animal."-The Carrie Diaries pg. 337 - Candace Bushnell
Cold air clawed at my face, ripping tears from my eyes. I buried my face deep into Daniel's back and breathed in a mixture of familiar scents - almonds, oil paint, earth, and a hint of varnish. I didn't even question why I was on that bike. I just knew I was suppose to be. - Bree Despain