I pop the sugar sweet lolipop out of my mouth a lick my lips. The man in blue smiles in response.

“What did you say your mom looked like again?” He asks holding my hand as we search the park. His voice is warm and sweet, it reminds me of a T-show host.

“Mum has long brown hair! Oh! Oh! And she tall like realllllllllllly tall! She has a pink dress on too!” I explain skipping and squealing as a ...

“I’ll be back.”

Sora watched as Syrah slipped through the door and disappeared into the corridor.

The singular light highlighted the emptiness of the room, now devoid of Syrah’s livelyness. The silence pounded against her ears, beckoning her towards the door.

It wasn’t that that she didn’t _want_ to trust Syrah, but it was more like she couldn’t. They just made it impressively hard to do so. Th...

“My mum always said not to talk to strangers. It’s a good thing I didn’t listen to her,” laughed the little girl. Well, Anastasia was actually 307 but she didn’t look a day over 9. We’d asked her about it before, but she liked this form. Inconspicuous.

Our friend group looks incredibly weird (and probably illegal) from the outside. There’s Anastasia, of course; then Bartholomew (but if you call ...

‘My mum always said not to talk to strangers. It’s a good thing I didn’t listen to her,” I thought to myself. I would be like her, shut-in and afraid of everything and everyone. I yearned for the open air, the road under my feet. I wrote extensively of my travels, my wandering, the people I meet. I wasn’t sure what I would do with these writings, perhaps publish, perhaps just keep to myself. ...

As I was growing up, my mum

Always said, do not talk to strangers

Every day I would walk home from

High school. Along the way I would

Always meet all kinds of different people.

There were so many different races

I felt as if I were in the twilight zone

Lots of important business people

I could always tell by the way

They were dressed. Everyone would talk in different languages. They were ...

I breathe you in so deep so that I might become you. I might reflect who you want me to be and try to morph into the thing that might catch your eye. I don’t know how to draw the line that separates your mind to mine and I might adapt to think the way you do. See the way you do and the things you want me to see. An open book for you to write in my pages the story that you want to sell. Ventriloqui...

My mum always said don’t talk to strangers. It’s a good thing I didn’t listen to her. Then, I wouldn’t of met my life saver. This guy helped me get back to my family. I was kidnapped at age 6 and now I’m back. Thank goodness!...

A look into the line and I see inviting eyes

So warm so bright so mysterious

A stranger in my world, but a friend I must have

I walk up and talk to you

Now today we say I do

We have a dog, with a beautiful coat of fur

My mom always said not to talk to strangers

Its a good thing I didn’t listen to her...