Personality begins where comparison leaves off. Be unique. Be memorable. Be confident. Be proud.

Here. There. Everywhere. Somewhere. Home.

And the geography of the thing--the geography of them--was completely and hopelessly wrong.

All writers are different, each have their own artist way they go about telling a story. The only thing they have in common, is they write.

Imagine, if you will:A bright yellow star lit the darkness somewhere in deep space, accompanied by its rather dysfunctional family of nine deceptively ordinary-looking planets. During its enormously long lifetime many beings had named it from the far ends of distant telescopes, including it into numerous star clusters and constellations as they were perceived from their vantage points. Once, or maybe twice, creatures simply looked up into their own skies to name it from their own now long dead and deserted worlds. In more recent times, beings from a world that orbited a different sun far away gave it a name too _ creatures that called themselves Human, who travelled here and settled on one of its inner planets. The planet they chose to make a new home on? They called that Deanna. They called the star Ramalama.

I wonder why Steven wasn__ at swimming club tonight?_ Archie asked. __e__ caught bronchitis,_ Mrs Akran said. Imran thought for a second before replying. __ would like to catch a dinosaur too. I wonder what he feeds it?_ Archie looked at his friend his face looked as if he was in pain before he burst out laughing. __mran you__e tragic. Bronchitis is like a bad cold it__ not a type of dinosaur.