The Deeds Of Men, As Footprints In

One Man Sees A Riselka: His Life Forks There. Two Men See A Riselka: One Of Them Shall Die. Three Men See A Riselka: One Is Blessed, One Forks, One Shall Die.

You'd Never Killed Anyone. Then You Had.

The Deeds Of Men, As Footprints In The Desert. Nothing Under The Circling Moons Is Fated To Last. Even The Sun Goes Down.

Dave Hung Up. And Unplugged The Phone. With A Fierce And Bitter Pain He Stared At It, Watching How, Over And Over Again, It Didn't Ring.

As Many Have Noted, The Peril For Authors Is That Our Work Space Is Too Easily Our Play Space.