Michelle

“When he stepped off the porch, he could feel the sun beating down on him like he owed it money.”
― S.A. Cosby, Blacktop Wasteland

“Progress had left this part of town behind. It was abandoned just like the store. A blacktop wasteland haunted by the phantoms of the past.”
― S.A. Cosby, Blacktop Wasteland

“I am but paper. Brittle and thin. I am held up to the sun, and it shines right through me. I get written on, and I can never be used again. These scratches are a history. They’re a story. They tell things for others to read, but they only see the words, and not what the words are written upon. I am but paper, and though there are many like me, none are exactly the same. I am parched parchment. I have lines. I have holes. Get me wet, and I melt. Light me on fire, and I burn. Take me in hardened hands, and I crumple. I tear. I am but paper. Brittle and thin.”
― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea

“A mistake is a lesson, unless you make the same mistake twice.”
― S.A. Cosby, Blacktop Wasteland