screeching QUOTES

6 " When she spread her wings and leaped screeching into the air she had not the slightest doubt that every hand below her would stretch to catch her. And if one could leap from a height with no fear of falling, could one not be said to possess the secret of flight? Just like a bird, just like a god. "

― David Anthony Durham , Acacia: The War with the Mein (Acacia, #1)

8 " My vagina was green water, soft pink fields, cow mooing sun resting sweet boyfriend touching lightly with soft piece of blond straw.

There is something between my legs. I do not know what it is. I do not know where it is. I do not touch. Not now. Not anymore. Not since.

My vagina was chatty, can't wait, so much, so much saying, words talking, can't quit trying, can't quit saying, oh yes, oh yes.

Not since I dream there's a dead animal sewn in down there with thick black fishing line. And the bad dead animal smell cannot be removed. And its throat is slit and it bleeds through all my summer dresses.

My vagina singing all girl songs, all goat bells ringing songs, all wild autumn field songs, vagina songs, vagina home songs.

Not since the soldiers put a long thick rifle inside me. So cold, the steel rod canceling my heart. Don't know whether they're going to fire it or shove it through my spinning brain. Six of them, monstrous doctors with black masks shoving bottles up me too. There were sticks, and the end of a broom.

My vagina swimming river water, clean spilling water over sun-baked stones over stone clit, clit stones over and over.

Not since I heard the skin tear and made lemon screeching sounds, not since a piece of my vagina came off in my hand, a part of the lip, now one side of the lip is completely gone.

My vagina. A live wet water village. My vagina my hometown.

Not since they took turns for seven days smelling like feces and smoked meat, they left their dirty sperm inside me. I became a river of poison and pus and all the crops died, and the fish.

My vagina a live wet water village.
They invaded it. Butchered it and burned it
down.
I do not touch now.
Do not visit.
I live someplace else now.
I don't know where that is. "

― Eve Ensler , The Vagina Monologues

10 " They’d be complaining about having to walk, and screeching at me to ‘do something, Freddy, do something!’”
“But what could you do?” she said, puzzled.
“Carry them, probably.” He gave her a hopeful look. “Do you want me to carry you? "

― Anne Gracie , The Winter Bride (Chance Sisters, #2)

12 " Just shut up and start sucking each other's faces already," Vida grumbled, leaning awkwardly against the stump. She would never admit it aloud, but I knew the burns on her back her eating her alive with pain. " I'm trying to make up for the sleep I lost when you started screeching at each other like cats in heat." " Miss Vida," Liam said, " has anyone ever told you that you are positively the whipped cream on the sundae of life?" She glared at him. " Anyone ever told you your head is shaped like a pencil?" " That is physically impossible," Chubs groused. " He'd be--" " Actually," Liam began, " Cole once did try to-- What?" " Oh, I'm sorry," Chub said, " apparently the middle of my sentence interrupted the beginning of yours. Do continue." " I'm going to guess you probably don't want to hear about the time he pushed my head through the neighbours fence..." " Was there a lot of blood?" Vida asked, suddenly interested. " Did you lose an ear?" Liam held his hands up next to his ears, indicating both were firmly attached to his skull." Then, no" she said. " No one wants to hear your boring-ass story. "