removed as per the request of the Author

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.

*noticing that some one is behind her, Saraphine stops and turns around in time to see the dashing man flying over head*

*not able to speak Saraphine just stands there as the beautiful lady walks up to them and listens to them talk*

Just as she is about to say something she and Lovely are put to sleep.

Saraphine Anura
14 May 2001

At the base of the Bihor mountains in Rumania,
The village of Solta is the place,
Where the Vampire's stirring in the night takes place,
As he impoverishes the town,
In his quest for sanguine ecstacy!

There are no such things or are there?
This morning I awoke in an utmost stupor!
Two puncture holes above my jugular,
He will strike again tonight!
When the moon is full and bright,
Leaving me almost dead and in agony!

By day the children search for garlic buds,
To be placed in the windows,

I saw your face in my dreams again, You washed away my tears.

I woke and remembered you were gone.

I am drowning in solitude again.

I remember the perfect way your hand fir mine, The sweet taste of your lips.

I once saw heaven in your eyes, I now see hell in his.

I am drowning in solitude again.