I Don't Think I Began To Be

I Had My Bully, And It Was Excruciating. Not Only The Bully, But The Intimidation I Felt.

I'm Not A Reader Of Young Adult Fiction For The Simple Reason That These Novelists Are Writing For Adolescents, So They Are Not Writing For Me.

He Was Swept With A Sadness, A Sadness Deep And Penetrating, Leaving Him Desolate Like Someone Washed Up On A Beach, A Lone Survivor In A World Full Of Strangers.

That's What Archie Did - Built A House Nobody Could Anticipate A Need For, Except Himself, A House That Was Invisible To Everyone Else.

It Came To Me That Hell Would Not Be Fire And Smoke After All But Arctic, Everything White And Frigid. Hell Would Be Not Anger But Indifference.