glimpses shared by our authors
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The rhythmic chink chink chink of hammers. Despite the weariness in his arms Olero found the regular striking of the pickaxe nearly musical in quality. The small sparks as they ... read more -
3. Life online is a lonely life but it is more filled with people than the other parts of my life. Sure, I have friends, family but I'm not always ... read more -
Today was nothing special, nothing special at all. Grey rain streaked down the windows of this dreary Sunday. A figure was sat in the corner of ,in every way, an ... read more -
Does it make any sense to complain about every single thing? I am living with a person who insists that there is something wrong with everything. She complains about the ... read more -
I would like an elegant sadness. That withdrawing were as steady and quiet a descent as a flame curling down a wick. However, there is such a scratching and clawing ... read more -
When mornin' breaks I surprised to find my skin mingled with Samuel's. I see a mixture of black and white, feet against feet, arms wrapped 'round arms. For a moment, ... read more -
Before we go any further and talk about audience distractors (the verbal and non verbal things we do that are so lOUD they keep the audience from hearing our message.) ... read more -
Chapter 1. Victim Isolation. Chosen both by herself and society. She was not the girl that ran with the hip crowd. Her style of dress, Gothic and Lolita, separated her ... read more -
I don't know where we are right now, I hope we find us soon. I remember the first time I heard your voice, Immediately I loved you. I remember how ... read more -
2. Words keep flying through my mind faster than I can get them on the pages and they don't always mean a thing to me until they are sitting in ... read more
