glimpses shared by our authors
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It was a dark and stormy night...well, they always say that, and it's become cliche, but on this night, it rang true. A beautiful May afternoon couldn't have prepared you ... read more -
You sighed and folded your arms across your chest. There was still that small part of the parchment waiting to be filled up. After that, you've done it--the story's completed. ... read more -
"Well, no. I think maybe a bridge was not the right analogy..." A shadow fell over the two of them. Eric looked up, and his eyes widened. Above them there ... read more -
"I hate you." Was all he said. The little man just smiled and took off again. Eric flew after him, a method that was far faster than his previous attempts. ... read more -
25.04.2012 "жизнь в минимализме" О необходимости искать счастье в малом. Пытаюсь дописать этот пост уже четвёртый день! И хоть от меня это не зависит, такую ситуацию я создал сам. Я ... read more -
the sky was as somber as a steel pan. it was always like this as long as he could remember. Drinking the last of his breakfast as he thought over ... read more -
S I am back again, so are the clouds, so are the vultures. Today the sky looks like it has thousands of ribs. It is ironic that the birds fly ... read more -
Deciding to write for some people is like deciding to breath. You don't ever simply wake up one morning and proclaim, "I'm going to be a writer." It's just there ... read more -
I never have figured out why sleep eludes people at night, but the moment the alarm sounds, it seems there is nothing a person can do except think of sleep. ... read more -
I've always thought that when saying something, mean it. Don't say something and mean something else. This is why I've hated and loved analyzing poetry. It was so beautiful how ... read more
