Dice have been rolled by beggars and lords, soldiers and sharpers across sandy floors,rough wooden trestles,in gaming houses, taverns,inns and the trenches . . .what memories do they bring with them ?

im broke inside, my tears i can not hide, there is a dent im my shield, thats forcing me to yield, and to accept defeat, which was cause from your heat, the passion we shared,

we said we both had, however still we were sad, but time passed, i know your not going to be my last, but your still living in yesterday, and are not ready to move on to today,

"Avora, another egg has been stolen!" Avora, a Copper Gryphon, rose from her slumber. "Another egg?" She asked with wide eyes. "Only two left," Avora's mother, Farea, said sadly.

The opening of something longer, meaner and perhaps a little scarier. Aimed at a young-adult audience. How do people feel about the tone?

So this girl walks into a shop...

Somehow, I seem to be stuck between two needs. First is the basic physiologic need, sleep. Second is the self-actualization, studying.

Palimpsest: an early consequence of recycling? A paper with a memory, perhaps? Maybe all paper is palimpsest, should we always use it more than once?