Quotes by Jazz Feylynn

Maybe its a green thing or a wolf thing or a short-circuit thing. I don’t seem to know anything.

Her blue eyes glowed headlight red into my leafy greens. Those eyes were freaky.

We feel fighting for dominance actually shows weakness. Its much harder to hold back the wolf than to let it have free rein.

That did explain his sucky home life growing up but didn’t excuse the way he treated others. Was there childcare for abused werewolves?

My nerves did a jitter dance, stuck between two wolves.

Her wild race caused the dried-up ferns, thorny plants, and low-hung tree branches—away from the lake—to grab at our clothing in the mad dash over the narrow packed dirt through the trees.

Be careful. The conditions are treacherous with mud-sucking tentacles pulling shoes and socks into the murky bottom while smearing grime on those who passed by.

Was there childcare for abused werewolves?

My nerves did a jitter dance,

Fingers you, claws me, crossed hoping Dad sees it that way.

I got a whiff of minty fresh breath. Definitely not, what Id expect from a wild wolf.

Now youre being ridiculous. If your mom changed into a carrot, Id think shed change back before someone ate her, werewolf or not.

Off Spruce, there was a little known trail. A savage gulley wound through acreage of older residential homes that met up with Green Rock Drive. A natural bouquet gust of wind assaulted me. The domestic and native encroached on each other in a battle for dominance at the edges of the cramped paths undergrowth. The tangy scent of wild onion and sagebrush intermingled with the verdant odor of wild geranium, blue flax, columbine and creeping pussytoes. The wild weeds spiced up the encroaching grass turf and the tamed floral honeysuckle vines and lilac bushes.

Tongue and hand tied, I was equally cut off and trapped in my own silent dark tomb.

Teachers favorite color ink, splashed and dripped down his face a grisly reminder of mistakes bruising his life.

His eyes never blinked or wavered from mine, encompassing me in a field of control.

His eyes, if anything, gleamed even more bright, having found the treasure he sought.

One two, one two, Type a word or two. Arrow left, arrow right, Keep those fingers nice and tight.Keys up, Keys down,Move those digits all around.One two, one two, Type a word or two.

Widening blood puddles spilled from suffocating death wounds.

“Time beats with the storys world pages”