“Hands that shed other’s blood still deserve to be held.”

At first, it was the usual. Five fingers with nails on the end, a palm and a wrist. Over time, calluses started to form, stiff and dark. Maybe from swinging on the swings or climbing a tree. Scratches appeared, as if a rose stem and pricked the palm. Maybe from flowers, maybe from overuse. There was blood on their hands. Other’s, theirs, pe...

“Come on, Nix, it’s just a hill.” Said Kevin, trekking his way up the grassy hill.

Phoenix lugged her way below him, breathless and exhausted. “You know I’m the most un-athletic person, like, ever, right?” She said through gasps

Kevin rolled his eyes as he leaned against the trunk of a massive tree. “Maybe you could wish for that.”

“No thanks.” Said Phoenix, laying on the grass beside Kevin. She ...

“Honestly, Kev.” Started Phoenix, batting the pen floating above her head. “I don’t see why you can’t just start your own business or something.”

Kev groaned from the couch he was draped over. A magazine, three pens, two pencils, and $4.27 in change floated around him. “Doing what? Making coins float?” He asked, sitting up. “I can barely control it half the time.”

Phoenix stood and started pluck...