I have tried again and again to be happy,
And stay in this world of yours,
Not playing by my own rules,
But by yours,
Contained in self indulgence,
And behind heavy curtains I hinde behind a mask,
Known for it's intensity and madness,
Should I be amazing today?
Or that psychotic bitch that lurks behind every dark corner of your mind?
How about the happy liar, who smirks at your every distateful comment?
How about another day?
Can I be myself today?
Alone, staying here watching the world go by,

Samantha Goldtone, 36, resigned from 900-pupil church school, St Christopher's High in Accrington, Lancs, following a probe into her "erotic" writings.

Head Alasdair Coates said: "An amicable parting is in the best interest of all. She will be missed."

I have aged as time's worn on
And now my life is nearly gone
A life of war and battles many
Plundered cities and now I'm ready
To battle with my final foe
I will face the Reaper's blow

I have but one wish of my death
It be in battle mong horses breath
Gleaming steel and flowing blood
Dying men and victory's flood

I wish not to die on my throne
Be in the field my final groan
There have been battles I have lost
And my life they've nearly cost

The ancient red-sandstone royal burgh of Annan - named for the river on which it stands - was a stronghold of the Bruce's and the home of Robert de Brus 'The Competitor', Lord of Annandale, grandfather of Robert I, The Bruce.

With the sun setting behind him, Vlad slowly crept up the walkway towards the Inn, something he hadn't done for quite some time. He paused at the doorway, for he thought he heard the sounds of laughter coming from within its walls; that was impossible, of course -- no souls had entered the Inn since he closed it a couple of years ago.

With little effort, he removed the planks that had been boarded up over the doorway, and pulled a rusty old key out from within his cloak. With a scream, the lock slowly turned and clicked, and he pushed open the door.