Bri Wright

“Silent as a flower, her face fell in dismay, aware that the ghost of lust ate and left, sensing that there was a different scent of perfume consuming the room, and that she had numbered and counted the he loves me, he loves me not of each petal, where the lifeless dust had settle.”
― Anthony Liccione

“She was an exotic flower amongst the snowdrifts, out of place, a Technicolor misfit in a monochrome Christmas movie.”
― Thomm Quackenbush, We Shadows

“If all we had were roses, would the thorns then be beautiful?”
― Kamand Kojouri

“hungry dogs are never loyal.”
― Shantel Tessier, Madness