The Library is an ever expanding list of stories, poems or just musings. Some of this writing has been published or produced, others have been entered into competitions and not gone much further. It's always interesting to find a dusty piece of writing long discarded and sometimes, just sometimes you give yourself a little pat on back. So in an effort to show some of these old stories a bit of love and respect, I will park them here in the hopes that somebody else will enjoy them from time to time. I will not however fall into the trap of trying to make them better - they are discarded skins in all their imperfections.