For Some To Love You, Some Must

Trust Me," He Said. "i Know What I'm Doing... Or At Least" -- He Strolled Confidently To The Door -- "felix Does.

I've Laid My Friends Bare.

Every Writer Must Have A Chip Of Ice In His Heart.

He Felt His Heart Pounding Fiercely In His Chest. How Strange That In His Dread Of Death, It Pumped All The Harder, Valiantly Keeping Him Alive. But It Would Have To Stop, And Soon. Its Beats Were Numbered. How Many Would There Be Time For, As He Rose And Walked Through The Castle For The Last Time, Out Into The Grounds And Into The Forest?

Twilight Fell: The Sky Turned To A Light, Dusky Purple Littered With Tiny Silver Stars.