A small sample of one of the writings:


The alarm clock rang at 6:30 AM, I reached to turn it off, and through the threads of dim light that filtered through the curtains I saw the sticky reddish brown blood on my arm. I looked over the arm and didn’t see a cut. I turned to see if Mark had a nose bleed during the night, and I saw more blood on the bed, more then from just a nose bleed, but no Mark!



If you always wanted to write, do it! We put to many things off, before you know it time has passed us by. And we find that we have less time then we did before, or our mind dries up. Everyone of us has a story in us, and there is always some one out there that wants to hear it. (Like me, I will always listen)



I have a friend who is one of the best writers I know. I pray I live to hear the end of her story, it is really good and I've been in suspense for over a year. I know in my heart that she will finish, it would kill me if she doesn't
because I started to feel like the characters in her book are old friends. I keep waiting to see them.




Books are like old friends, they make for great company.