Reginald Clarke had hardly left the room when Ernest hastily rose from his seat. While it was likely that he would remain in undisturbed possession of the apartment the whole morning, the stake at hand was too great to permit of delay.

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.

"I am so happy you came," Reginald Clarke said, as he conducted Ernest into his studio. It was a large, luxuriously furnished room overlooking the Hudson and Riverside Drive.

Dazzled and bewildered, the boy's eyes wandered from object to object, from picture to statue. Despite seemingly incongruous details, the whole arrangement possessed style and distinction.

March 31, 2007 (The Border Mail / Austrailia) - A woman dubbed the "lesbian vampire killer," who was jailed for life after murdering a father-of-five and drinking his blood, may soon be transferred to lower security. Queensland's Chief Justice Paul de Jersey yesterday ordered authorities to promptly hand down a decision on whether self-proclaimed vampire Tracey Avril Wigginton should be transferred to a Gold Coast prison farm.

What is this thing I'm feeling?
A flash of light burning through my veins.
Or is it just my soul they're stealing away.
Don't know how I started,
But I never want to stop.
Just want to keep on flying away.

Lights that flash
Burn my brain
Twisting colours
Break the frame
Another plane I want to go
Am I insane?
I just don't know.

Where is it I'm running?
Like a theif breaking through the night.
It doesn't really matter anyway.

Slicing through the darkness