Write all day, read all night

One by one, you can feel details disappearing. Little ones, of course. But you don't know which are gone...

You didn't get your coffee this morning. It's going to be a bad day.

Slowly you figure out you're just a character in a story. How? By the amount of clichés in your life.

You are at a funeral for a person. That person suddenly walks through the doors of their funeral.

5 years ago your parents were murdered. You vowed revenge, but could never find the murderer. Today, he shows up. He walks into your house with a knife to kill you, and you reach for a weapon. However, the only thing within reach is a 6 month old, dried out baguette.

A superhero has saved the world many times, and now there is nothing to save. What does such a person do when he knows how to do nothing else in life but fight evil?

There were two gifts given to humanity before the beginning of civilisation. The gift of fire from Prometheus, and the less well remembered act of selflessnes, the gift of imagination.

Wanted: Nanny to live in 'lovely, spacious' haunted house in Scotland