104 Quotes by Jazz Feylynn

The leaves were miniature green umbrellas dancing in the spring's sky. Each leaf was in time within the windy choreographed dance. Their branch partners flowed naturally to the rhythmic beat. Controlled with each passing gust that flowed gently through the lofty tree.

My nerves did a jitter dance,

This assignment could damn well project all the words across my face and the ink stain my hands a gory mess before I finished it.

No electricity, fridge, TV or game console. I guess changing from human was enough fun and games for werewolves.

I continue down the path called the future

Future and past meet during the present.

Twist a tongue, and tongue a twist how many twists can a tongue twister twist around the twisting tongue.

The snow is falling like a delicate rain of frozen mist

In mid-stroke of word and paper fusion