Sometimes We Set Off Down A Road

My Sister And Brother Are Both Writers As Well. We Are Constantly Discussing Story And Plot Lines. And I Love To Discuss Story Ideas With My Husband.

I Planted A Seed Of Hatred In My Heart. I Swore It Would Grow To Be A Massive Tree Whose Roots Would Strangle Them All.

You Stand For What Is Right, Lina, Without The Expectation Of Gratitude Or Reward.

He Threw His Burning Cigarette Onto Our Clean Living Room Floor And Ground It Into The Wood With His Boot. We Were About To Become Cigarettes.

I Leapt Eagerly Into Books. The Characters’ Lives Were So Much More Interesting Than The Lonely Heartbeat Of My Own.