“There is a big difference between having your heart broken and being the one responsible for a broken heart. I was twelve years old and had already experienced both.”

“After all these years, my heart still wants you. It still misses you. it still aches for you. I can't control what my heart wants, I could just deny it of it... Love, Viv”

“She had words in her heart which she released thru her fingertips.”

“Who am I? I'm the one you love to love and love to hate. I make you laugh, cry & cringe. You'll forever remember me or easily forget me. I'm past, present & future in black and white. I'm unique but always compared. You want me to take you away from your life if only for a little while. My pen knows no morals or boundaries. I'm a writer!”

“Changing imagination into fiction is what I love to do.”

“She walked forward, feeling the dew on the grass with each step. She tightened her eyes, welcoming the darkness.”

“Words raced thru his mind and his fingers ached to capture them all on paper.”