Jacklyn Cockerill

“When Mike detonated, the island disappeared. It became dust and ash, pulled upward to form a mushroom cloud that rose about twenty-seven miles into the sky. The fireball created by the explosion was three and a half miles wide. All that remained of little Elugelab was a circular crater filled with seawater, more than a mile in diameter and fifteen stories deep. The yield of the device was 10.4 megatons, roughly five hundred times more powerful than the Nagasaki bomb.”
― Eric Schlosser, Command and Control: Nuclear Weapons, the Damascus Accident, and the Illusion of Safety

“Around the outside of the room other beautiful women wearing little or nothing at all flitted between the infatuated, intoxicated men, sometimes luring them away for a private dance. The men would follow obediently, weighed down by lust and credit cards.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room

“Dreams that last hold secrets from the past.
Out of reach. Impossible to breach.
Fragile to clutch. Fleeting to touch.
Like stars and snowflakes and visions all aglow.
Time is endless in our youth. Our dreams are rustproof.
Our time to chase is aloof.
From the horizon of hope comes the challenge to dare.
Our time to dream has changed in midair.
Dreams that last hold secrets from the past—
 uniquely ours to share if we so care.
Starla Jordan's therapy - writing song lyrics or poetry.”
― JoDee Neathery, A Kind of Hush

“I'm not exactly sure what I'd do, you know, but something interesting - something that's all mine. Something that would make some kind of difference in the world. It'd be nice to have a new name, to start with, one that's not all worn out from being called so much.”
― Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting