Their bodies were graceful as dancers, slipping through the sparking current, surging against the stream. In and out, they waltzed, moving towards home, towards paradise. They were so close they could taste it. The familiar earthy scent of their birthplace was already tickling their turned up nostrils; the patterns in the gravel, like fresh marigolds, were leading the way, welcoming them back. ...

“Blue or green?” Scarlett asks, holding up two miniature bottles of iridescent nail polish to the light, glass glinting in the setting sun.  I point to the blue and she nods, placing her soft, sturdy fingers beneath my trembling ones before brushing the paint onto my dirty, anxiously torn nails.

“I like this color,” she says, lips turning up into a warm, summery smile.  “It matches your eyes.”  R...

I cannot say why I thought like I did.  Why I became so obsessive.  I’d never had any…issues like that with any of my other roles.  Though, this was my first main role after years of playing background characters with hardly thirty minutes of screen time.  Perhaps, then, it was something out of spite, or wanting to prove myself.  Or maybe I just really wanted to be a superhero.

Is that so hard ...