I Believe In Those Whom I Love

He Would Talk To Them Of Stories And Books, And Explain To Them How Stories Wanted To Be Told And Books Wanted To Be Read, And How Everything That They Ever Needed To Know About Life And The Land Of Which He Wrote, Or About Any Land Or Realm That They Could Imagine, Was Contained In Books. And Some Of The Children Understood, And Some Did Not.

I Thought It Was Her Wicked Stepmother Who Poisoned Her...' '...turned Out The Wicked Stepmother Had An Alibi.' '...seems She Was Off Poisoning Someone Else At The Time. Chance In A Million, Really. It Was Just Bad Luck.

Once Upon A Time – For That Is How All Stories Should Begin – There Was A Boy Who Lost His Mother.

I'd Been Hurt, And In Response I Had Acted Violently, Destroying A Little Of Myself Each Time I Did So.

Luck Ran Out, But Smart Was For Life.