He Said,'trust Yourself, Mon Ami. You Are

I Am A Very Linear Thinker, So I Write Beginning To End. I Write Hundreds Of Pages Per Book That Never Make It Into Print

I Loved Him, But Love Isn't Enough. All The Fairy Tales, The Romance Novels, The Soap Operas; They're All Lies. Love Does Not Conquer All.

Larry Had Brought Me Blue Jeans, A Red Polo Shirt, Jogging Socks, My White Nikes, An Extra Cross From My Suitcase, The Silver Knives, The Firestar Complete With Inner Pants Holster, And The Browning And Its Shoulder Holster. He'd Forgotten A Bra, But Hey, Except For That It Was Perfect.

It Was Like Noticing The Sun. You Couldn't Help But See It, To Turn To Face The Heat Of It, To Bask In The Glory Of It. But Often When The Sun Is High In The Sky, The Moon Is Up There, Too. A Dim Memory Of What She Will Be In The Night, But There, Nonetheless, Dim And Misty, Hard And White. At Night, There Is Only The Moon, The Sun Is Nowhere To Be Seen. There Are No Distractions When The Moon Rules The Sky.

I Spent The Next Fifteen Minutes Convincing A Crying Werewolf That I Wasn’t Going To Hurt Her. My Life Was Getting Too Strange, Even For Me.