Dedicated to all on Apricot Pie. Unfortunatly I'm no longer going to be writing for Apricot Pie...but I wish you all the best.

Tori

***I Am, I Am***

A lone figure sat hunched over a table in the corner of them dark room.

The only light was emited from a laptop in front of the person who was tapping away with the mindless intensity of a machine.

Occasionally, the endless tapping of the keys stopped, the Writer leaned forward, examining what was writted on the faintly glowing screen.

A few strokes of the mouse, a few words deleted, imperfection replaced for perfection, in the Writer's eyes.

For an endless eternity the only sound in the room once more was the tapping of the keys.