Tales Of Heroes End In Bliss.

I Like Films, Or Some Films, And Would Be Intrigued To See My Work On Screen.

He Sat By Her, Watching Every Gesture She Made, As If He Would Paint Her Portrait Afterward.

Writers Tell Stories Better, Because They've Had More Practice, But Everyone Has A Book In Them. Yes, That Old Cliche.

Flat Or Round, There Has Always Been Hate In The World.

She Looked, And A Scarlet Butterfly Flew Away From Her, Away Down The Length Of The Tower, And Then Another, Another, An Unraveling Scarf Of Butterflies Like Winged Blood.