Walking along the path you built,
Searching for the life you lost,
Darkened skies and greystone cobbles pave your way.
Stumbling and picking yourself up again and again,
Stopping to wonder if life is worth finding but you always continue on.
Sometimes you get the courage to look back. All you see are corpses rotting away.
Almost choking, nearly gagging, riddled with guilt,
The life you lost you threw away, not caring at what expense or cost.
Not caring what others think, do or say.

Most writers can remember the moment they started to compose their first story. For some, it started with an exercise book on the train. Others penned their first words in front of a blank computer screen. Successful children’s author Ann Jungman’s first attempt at literary creativity was slightly more public -- it happened in front of a class of unruly primary school children.

January 4, 2008 (Belfast Newsletter) -- Kylie Minogue, the Australian singer and soap actor whose brave battle with cancer inspired millions, is said to be "deeply touched" to get an OBE in the Queen's New Year Honours, as, presumably, is Richard Griffiths, who starred as a crime-solving chef in Pie In The Sky.

The Raw power surges,
The play upon shadows
The demons of Dark and light
The raw feeling, Fight or Flight
The Body intermingled so close
The Dance of ages un fortold

The urge to hurt someone so strong
The knowledge of what you do is wrong.
The satifaction of blood upon white skin
The bond of knowing you WILL win
The Flow of blood around you, coursing trough a vein
The betrayal of brother upon brother, Abel and Kain

The power to Feel to be yours
The desire growing canceriously like sores.