glimpses shared by our authors
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"Grandma, I'm home" "Sarah? I'm in the kitchen dear." The smell of meat cooking filled the house. Sarah's grandmother was a fantastic cook, and she used her retirement as an ... read more -
Its dark, and damp, and freezing. and i have no idea where the hell i am. its a tuesday ... i think. because when i went to sleep last, it ... read more -
But those times are past. They won't come back, and my tingling tired mind can no longer bear to dwell on them. This melancholy won't leave, my longing for things ... read more -
Monday, October 01, 2007 9 months later Current mood: thoughtful Why it has been 9 months since I wrote the last blog and what do I have to say for ... read more -
Sirve el silencio en la noche. Sirven los vasos alineados en la alacena, la cocina limpia, brilla el mármol bajo la lámpara amarilla. Sirve la ventana sin persianas, abierta al ... read more -
What are you doing? "I'm staying close to home, just reading and breaking wind into the Herculon." Uncle K. read more -
Rose is not a pseudonym, but a metaphor. Rose is short for "Rosewater," because I wrote a poem long ago- one which I never saved or copied, but left to ... read more -
She shook her head, her eyes carefully coming away from his face where the tears that were building in the corners wouldn't show. Denton reached into a small pocket of ... read more -
"What? What's the big deal? Just a little never hurt anyone." "It's just..." Sarah trailed off. It was just another thing in a long list of things that seemed to ... read more -
This statement was accompanied by a happy twirl that ended with her sitting on the ground, indian style, next to Sarah. Sarah rolled her eyes at her friend, who was ... read more
