Author's Notes: The following is an introduction of sorts for a script I'm planning to work on (with hopes to have it done before October). Nothing quite like a prompt that will let me get a story started...brother, and thank heavens for that.” The young woman looks offended by this. “Why?” “Because my dear…” Kneeling down, the doctor flips a switch on the machine. “This boy is much more useful.

'Til Death Reunites “Love is supposed to start with bells ringing and go downhill from there. But it was the opposite for me. There’s an intense connection between us, and as we stayed together, the...To hold you ever…so tight… And to feel in the night The nearness…of you. ” Lucy smiles, closes her eyes; in the city of London, though the tenth hour has come, the Great Bell remains curiously silent

"There are only so many ways for me to say 'I'm lonely' and only so many times I can say it before it gets repetitive and whiny. I don't want to be whiny. I don't want to be sad--" "You're not sad," he..." My Ghost pauses."You... When you're happy, you just notice the loneliness less. When you're sad, you notice it more. Regardless, it's always there. You're always lonely. We are all always lonely.

“It’s tragic, isn’t it, the way these people have been treated? To have their…their graves disturbed and their bones tossed aside like garbage in the streets…” Hands splayed on either side of his head... but only if you promise to tell me more about yourself. You owe me a continuance of the story you started yesterday on the plane,” I tell him. “And your expository just now doesn’t altogether count.

I'm pretty sure I'm beginning to develop a mild form of ADD from extended use of my computer. I'm nowhere near where I want to be in a current story I'm writing, but every time I get started I end up..... For now I'm going to sleep. And then tomorrow I'm going to will myself to get up earlyish so I can finish my Repo! event shirt, write a lot, bead some jewelry, maybe print some business cards..

The Costs of Starting a Conspiracy Texas. Peeking between white clouds, the summer sun beams down at full intensity, driving everyone with enough sensibility indoors or to the nearest body of water... Mr. Fuciante?” “That everything has a cost, Ezekiel. Everything. Some more than others.” Edward chuckles, raising the cigar to his lips. “But you know something? Some are probably worth paying.