It is remarkably easy to forget the fullness of story in each chicken breast.
Even when there’s a murderer in the doorway, teenage problems are still problems.
If our imagination is wild enough and our compassion strong enough to invent radioactive kittens that will protect future generations, what other innovations might we create?
The dedication of one’s entire life to a community left their memory in a dusty room, largely visited by bored students on field trips and the occasional curious passersby.
In Hallmark, my worst fears never wrote the ending.
Was this an encounter with some forest guardian, a mountain sprite who hikes miles through the misty mountains and sips water at hidden springs?
If arsenic is a woman’s weapon—whether to kill others or to beautify oneself—Lively’s character embraces the poison.
For those who shout down ignorance even past the point of no return, who know we are less than two minutes from midnight and continue anyway.
Like everything magical, though, the airship project was riddled with realities.
“According to Ptolemy, “Saturn will generally produce cold in the bowels, excessive phlegm, rheumatism, emaciation, sickliness, … [and/or] cough.” Seems about right.