Born in the early seventies and raised by the typical nuclear family, Grey grew up in a fairly nurturing home that was strict on discipline, though rich on grace and love. His father was a man of wisdom, slow to anger and full of love and teachings of God's words. When it was time for discipline, he always made sure his anger had cooled before discipline was handed out; even if it meant Grey spent several days in his room. His dad taught him that you worked hard so you could play hard. And when he could, his father spent time with him, playing games on game consoles when they came out but Grey especially remembered the waking in the middle of the night times, finding his dad cutting up fruit while reading a book and his dad offering the fruit then reading the book to him while he slowly ate and listened to the stories. Eventually, slowly, it inspired his mind to imagine the stories as if real in his mind... seeing them take shape. Later, as he got older, he began to dream of being a published author. Some people scoffed at him. At times, those people DID set him back as the scoffing got to him, but he pushed forward keeping his dream in focus because many told him 'he was good' and 'his dream was real'. Finally, he wrote out one of his dreams into a story. He turned the dream into words and saw it become life. It was then the reality came to him, his dream was a gift that he was given... a gift to create just as the One who had created him had... but to a lesser degree. Grey realized he had been gifted with the gift to create people, cities, worlds, whole galaxies within his mind and had the ability to tell their stories... if only he could write them down in time before he forgot them. So these are their stories...