Writing Is A Job: You Must Show

I Like Creating Villains.

As Long As We Remember A Person, They're Not Really Gone. Their Thoughts, Their Feelings, Their Memories, They Become A Part Of Us.

He Breathed Once More, Holding The Air In His Chest, As If It Were Not Air But Something More--a Sweet Taste Of Freedom, Of All Cares Lifted, Everything Over And Done.

I Saw My One Purpose In That Moment, Looking Into That Little Girls Eyes. I Was The One Who Was Meant To Save Her, That Was My One Purpose All This Time.

The Fact Is, There's A Great Deal Of Hair-splitting Fussiness When It Comes To Fly-fishing, Most Of It As Silly As A Top Hat.