I Want To Write A Play. I'd

I Was Not So Old That I Would Deny My Own Senses.

She Took My Hands In Her, Then, And Squeezed Them. 'but You Stayed Where You Were Meant To Be, And You Didn't Listen To Them. Well Done. That's Quality, That Is,' And She Sounded Proud. In That Moment I Forgot My Hunger And I Forgot My Fear.

Short Stories Are Tiny Windows Into Other Worlds And Other Minds And Other Dreams

When You Dream, Sometimes You Remember. When You Wake, You Always Forget.

Notoriety Wasn't As Good As Fame, But Was Heaps Better Than Obscurity.