I'm Just Writing A Story

But When Did You See Her, Talk To Me? When Did You See Her Go Into The Cave? Why Did You Threaten To Strike A Spirit? You Still Don't Understand, Do You? You Acknowledged Her, Broud, She Has Beaten You. You Did Everything You Could To Her, You Even Cursed Her. She's Dead, And Still She Won. She Was A Woman, And She Had More Courage Than You, Broud, More Determination, More Self-control. She Was More Man Than You Are. Ayla Should Have Been The Son Of My Mate.

Life Is Neither Static Nor Unchanging. With No Individuality, There Can Be No Change, No Adaptation And, In An Inherently Changing World, Any Species Unable To Adapt Is Also Doomed.

She Loved Him, More Than She Could Ever Find Words For, But This Love He Felt For Her Was Not Quite The Same. It Wasn't So Much Stronger, As More Demanding, More Insistent. As Though He Feared He Would Lose That Which He Had Finally Won.

You Learn To Write By Writing, And By Reading And Thinking About How Writers Have Created Their Characters And Invented Their Stories. If You Are Not A Reader, Don't Even Think About Being A Writer.

I Started Writing To Please Myself, A Story I Would Like To Read, And That Is Still True.