Frozen By Fear. Not Able To Move.

I Think Judy Blume, Stephen King, And Dean Koontz Are The Three Authors Responsible For My Being Where I Am Today. I Owe Them A Lot.

When Someone Is Close By, You Just Know It.

He Didn't Care About The Others Anymore. The Chaos Around Him Seemed To Siphon Away His Humanity, Turn Him Into An Animal. All He Wanted Was To Survive, Make It To That Building, Get Inside. Live. Gain Another Day.

Quit Voting Me Down Before You Even Think About What I'm Saying.

When I'm Feeling A Little Empty In The Head, I Like To Go See Movies Or Read To Loosen Things Up There.