“He looked upwards at the brilliant blue sky. It was high noon because the sun was right overhead. The clouds danced around slowly, while drifting across the sky. He closed his eyes and felt the warmth of the sun glowing orange on his eyelids. It was a wonderful feeling.”

“I make NO apologies for my creativity.”

“The mind is like an empty canvas and we are all artists, who spend our entire lives creating our own unique masterpieces.”

“She shrugged innocently at him and asked, “What I do?”

“Come on in. The water’s fine.”

“It seemed each band member was in his own world. Yet, each was in tune with the other.”

“Cemeteries can be creepy, creepy, ‘specially at night.”

“Iffin we meant to see each other, again, it gonna happen.”

“Not everyone can just up an’ go whenever they please!”

“He was a paranormal investigator. Yes, a ghost hunter, although he never liked to use that terminology. As far as he was concerned, it was inappropriate. He didn’t really hunt ghosts, although he did search for them.”

“The abrupt reality of his situation was a depressing thought.”