Write your story as it needs to be written. Write it honestly, and tell it as best you can. I'm not sure that there are any other rules. Not ones that matter.

We wrapped our dreams in words and patterned the words so that they would live forever, unforgettable.

The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.

I remembered something somebody had once said to me. It's okay. Everyday is freshly ground.

Coraline opened the box of chocolates. The dog looked at them longingly. "Would you like one?" she asked the little dog. "Yes, please," whispered the dog. "Only not toffee ones. They make me drool." "I thought chocolates weren't very good for dogs," she said, remembering something Miss Forcible had once told her. "Maybe where you come from," whispered the little dog. "Here, it's all we eat.

What power would Hell have if those imprisoned were not able to dream of Heaven?

Let's start a new tomorrow, today.