Charlie Marlowe Never Wrote Horror, But Somehow

Sometimes There Is Such Beauty In Awkwardness. There's Love And Emotion Trying To Express Itself, But At The Time, It Just Ends Up Being Awkward.

I Planted A Seed Of Hatred In My Heart. I Swore It Would Grow To Be A Massive Tree Whose Roots Would Strangle Them All.

I Looked Down At The Little Pink Face In The Bundle. A Newborn. The Child Had Been Alive Only Minutes But Was Already Considered A Criminal By The Soviets.

My Sister And Brother Are Both Writers As Well. We Are Constantly Discussing Story And Plot Lines. And I Love To Discuss Story Ideas With My Husband.

We'd Been Trying To Touch The Sky From The Bottom Of The Ocean.