I Want Your Loves To Be Multiple.

How Many Times Can A Man Go Down And Still Be Alive?

He Had Never Liked October. Ever Since He Had First Lay In The Autumn Leaves Before His Grandmother's House Many Years Ago And Heard The Wind And Saw The Empty Trees. It Had Made Him Cry, Without A Reason. And A Little Of That Sadness Returned Each Year To Him. It Always Went Away With Spring. But, It Was A Little Different Tonight. There Was A Feeling Of Autumn Coming To Last A Million Years. There Would Be No Spring. ("the October Game")

My Job Is To Help You Fall In Love.

Most Of My Short Stories Are Fantasy.

...passing Swiftly On Toward Further Darknesses, But Moving Also Toward A New Sun.