I Had An Old Typewriter

The World Had Ended, So Why Had The Battle Not Ceased, The Castle Fallen Silent In Horror, And Every Combatant Laid Down Their Arms?

Choosing To Live In Narrow Spaces Leads To Form Of Mental Agoraphobia And That Brings Its Own Terrors. I Think The Willfully Unimaginative See More Monsters, They Are Often More Afraid. What Is More, Those Who Choose Not To Empathize Enable Real Monsters. For Without Ever Committing An Act Of Outright Evil Ourselves, We Collude Through Our Own Apathy.

Lord Voldermort Has Risen Again.

For Some To Love You, Some Must Loathe You.

No, I'm Fine,' Said Harry, Wondering Why He Kept Telling People This, And Wondering Whether He Had Ever Been Less Fine.