The Dead Are Often Known To Eat

The Best Tip For Writing Is Just To Write; To Sit Down And Write, To Begin Doing It And Not To Be Scared By The Blank Page.

We Have Each Other, And Our Stories Twist And Mingle Like The Twisting Currents Of A River. We Hold Each Other Tight As We Spin And Lurch Across Our Lives. There Are Moments Of Great Joy And Magic. The Most Astounding Things Can Lie Waiting As Each Day Dawns, As Each Page Turns.

What Are You?" I Whispered. He Shrugged Again. "something," He Said. "something Like You, Something Like A Beast, Something Like A Bird, Something Like An Angel." He Laughed. "something Like That.

I Don't Want To Be Little Again. But At The Same Time I Do. I Want To Be Me Like I Was Then, And Me As I Am Now, And Me Like I'll Be In The Future. I Want To Be Me And Nothing But Me. I Want To Be Crazy As The Moon, Wild As The Wind And Still As The Earth. I Want To Be Every Single Thing It's Possible To Be. I'm Growing And I Don't Know How To Grow. I'm Living But I Haven't Started Living Yet.

What Are You?" I Whispered. He Shrugged Again. "something," He Said. "something Like You, Something Like A Beast, Something Like A Bird, Something Like An Angel." He Laughed. "something Like That.