FWJ #9 Those deep and meaningfuls that always take you somewhere special.
FWJ #8 '..Every tumble sounded like a blow from a heavyweight fighter, like it should be the last. But the underdog kept going, it's undercarriage visible every four seconds...'
FWJ # 7 '...They were only half open and heavy, but her eyelids still made each blink seem effortless. She'd woken up late after the weirdest dream...'
FWJ #6 '.. In the navy room, light from the street lamps frame the curtains, bursting orange and casting shadows across her limbs and curves...'
FWJ #5 '..But in quiet moments his compulsion is not to count. In quiet moments he flicks the tips of each finger on his left hand, as fast as he can...'
FWJ #4 '..A memory of light, and love, and happiness. But that light burned out a long time ago, taking the love with it, and slowly seeping out the happiness, pulling it down into its ash filled crater...'
FWJ #3 '...I look like them but I feel more at home when the sidewalks are filled with a city's silence and dark pockets grow between street lamps and headlights...'