glimpses shared by our authors
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I'm sitting in english and feeling like a rebel, riding the sharp, shiny wave of my early morning coffee. that's how it feels, like every thought is a wave that ... read more -
Okay. So I'm typing. Cool. I have a book I want to write. I haven't thought about publishing it because, first, I'll actually have to complete the story. I don't ... read more -
"What's gonna happen?" It weird seein' Cecile all weak, her voice like a baby in its volume and passion. When her husban' died, she was cryin' and cryin' on end. ... read more -
Standing in an airport lobby spicy sweetness swirls around me. Candlelight and sloe gin fizzes,cloudy ruby with stars shimmering,loss and pain in smoky nightclubs,liquor staled at morning’s waking. Disturbed, disturbing, ... read more -
“Mama, can I come in?” Sammy’s voice piped through the bathroom door. “I’ve told you again and again, sometimes Mama needs to be private, so no, you cannot come in.” ... read more -
The banshees wail and the women weep but do the angels cry? No. That is meant for lesser things: for frightened, frail and fragile beings who walk the earth and ... read more -
continent while Lydia and Rosy discussed detail of guests and the housing and feeding of them and their servants and their cattle. Content in some way that he was unfamiliar ... read more -
********** Win gripped the hand that held his handkerchief. "Rosey, I need to speak with you. I had hoped we would not meet again in this way, because so many ... read more -
Crescendo paranoia. I just like hearing those two words together. As well as I like to say "i'll fuck you in the ass,just for the laugh". Because basically, we are ... read more -
worked for her. She looked no better with it than with out it. But it was the point of it. "Morning." He replied back his own smile. He was sure ... read more
