All That Kept Her From Breaking Was

The Helpless Ecstasy Of Loosing Himself In Her Charm Was A Powerful Opiate Rather Than A Tonic.

Find The Key Emotion; This May Be All You Need Know To Find Your Short Story.

They Had Never Been Closer In Their Month Of Love, Nor Communicated More Profoundly One With Another, Than When She Brushed Silent Lips Against His Coat's Shoulder Or When He Touched The End Of Her Fingers, Gently, As Though She Were Asleep.

In A Real Dark Night Of The Soul, It Is Always Three O'clock In The Morning, Day After Day.

I Wanted No More Riotous Excursions With Privileged Glimpses Into The Human Heart.