#myst

The fig tree grows its flowers strangely inside out, concealed within the soft interior of the fruit. Erszébet imagines the fig's hidden fairy weight of seeds, grown in sweetness that is also a darkness. Like treasure in a cave. ↗

— Jody Shields

#fig #fruit #fruit-tree #mystery #nature

When reading dies, the imagination soon follows. ↗

— Ronnie Ray Jenkins

#mystery #romance #suspense #women-s-fiction #imagination

...Don't insult readers by questioning the extent of their imaginations. Most need only to be nudged to solve a good mystery. ↗

— Peggy Kopman-Owens

#adventure #mystery #suspense #thriller #travel

I do not possess the ability to draw or paint. I can’t sing or dance. I can’t knit or sew. But I am an artist. I have the ability to put onto paper, words that tell an intriguing story. I am a writer. A writer is someone who, with just words, can paint a beautiful picture. A writer can open up a world of imagination you didn’t realize was possible. When you open up a book and become so consumed in the story, you feel like you’re a part of it… you’re standing next to that character and feeling the same way that character feels, That’s the art of a writer. I am an artist. My inspiration is the world around me. My paintbrush is my words. My easel is my computer. My canvas is the mind of my reader. ↗

— Bri Justine

#murder #mystery #suspense #thriller #art

He is nothing more than one of my pawns. However, he is not a normal pawn. He is a pawn that can get across the whole board in one move. ↗

— Yana Toboso

#mystery #suspense #inspirational

Time is a terrible thing because it can erase both joys and pains. ↗

— Gosho Aoyama

#inspirational #mystery #inspirational

His kiss was like no other! His kiss was enchanted and fairy-tale like. He applied pressure, but just enough to feel his tenderness and warmth. I could feel his heart beating wildly as he pressed his chest against my chest all the while his loving lips brushed up against mine with a care-filled affection. His tongue lightly licked the outer edges of my mouth, and then searched for my tongue. The pursuit allowed a marriage of both tongues to meet - inspiring a mingling tango of hot and heavy French kissing to manifest profusely. We kissed like two hot and horny teenagers, our mouths moving and craving each others lips, in animalistic desires! (Like this? Feel free to check it out on Amazon. FREE for the KDP Select) ↗

— Keira D. Skye

#blood #cut #ghost #ghosts #halloween

... eloquence is merely the product of intelligence. History is not shaped by men of genius. It is shaped by men of unwavering will. Men who focus whatever brains they have on the savvy application of power. In the end, brawn will always do the heavy lifting. Brawn will always win the war. ↗

— Taona Dumisani Chiveneko

#flame-lily #great-zimbabwe #hangman #mystrey #parnormal

She had golden blazing sun kissed hair, which hung down in loose, lazy spirals, a heart shaped pouted mouth, which was pink tinged with violet blushing, wide, spangled blue eyes that glimmered sparks to flicker and ember in the vivid intelligence of the moon’s love, and a yielding body, that seem to tangle in loose rhythm as I walked near to her. (If you are interested in reading more, this book is available on Amazon. FREE for KDP Members) ↗

— Keira D. Skye

#fishing #ghost #ghosts #halloween #killing

The best secrets are the most twisted ↗

— Sara Shepard

#secrets #life