It's Over. We've All Been Sentenced To

It's Easier To Come Up With New Stories Than It Is To Finish The Ones You Already Have. I Think Every Author Would Feel That Way.

Before You, Bella, My Life Was Like A Moonless Night. Very Dark, But There Were Stars, Points Of Light And Reason. ...and Then You Shot Across My Sky Like A Meteor. Suddenly Everything Was On Fire; There Was Brilliancy, There Was Beauty. When You Were Gone, When The Meteor Had Fallen Over The Horizon, Everything Went Black. Nothing Had Changed, But My Eyes Were Blinded By The Light. I Couldn’t See The Stars Anymore. And There Was No More Reason, For Anything.

But Now You're Unhappy," He Pointed Out. "and?" I Challenged. "that Doesn't Seem Fair." He Shrugged, But His Eyes Were Still Intense. I Laughed Without Humour. "hasn't Anyone Told You? Life Isn't Fair." "i Believe I Have Heard That Somewhere Before," He Agreed Dryly.

Enjoying The Bouquet While Resisting The Wine." -edward

Vampirism, For Me, Was A Way To Live In Fantasy And Have Superpowers, But Not Just In A Really Perfect, Happy, Everything Is Great Way. It's Superpowers With A Cost. It's Having To Be The Villain, And What Do You Do About That.