I'm Just Writing A Story That I

I Probably Read 100 Times More Than I Write, But That Way When I Move My Characters Through It, I Know.

Again Creb Grunted. It Was The Usual Noncommittal Comment Used By Men When Responding To A Woman. It Carried Only Enough Meaning To Indicate The Woman Had Been Understood, Without Acknowledging Too Much Significance In What She Said.

But When Did You See Her, Talk To Me? When Did You See Her Go Into The Cave? Why Did You Threaten To Strike A Spirit? You Still Don't Understand, Do You? You Acknowledged Her, Broud, She Has Beaten You. You Did Everything You Could To Her, You Even Cursed Her. She's Dead, And Still She Won. She Was A Woman, And She Had More Courage Than You, Broud, More Determination, More Self-control. She Was More Man Than You Are. Ayla Should Have Been The Son Of My Mate.

Life Is Neither Static Nor Unchanging. With No Individuality, There Can Be No Change, No Adaptation And, In An Inherently Changing World, Any Species Unable To Adapt Is Also Doomed.

I'm Just Writing A Story That I Want To Read.