glimpses shared by our authors
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I followed, standing up and wiping the dead moss off of my new dress. "You get the food, separate it into three piles." Colin said hastily, already pulling medical supplies ... read more -
When I started this, I edited the title to say, "writing day 1", intending the next page to be "... day 2" and so on, but apparently changing the title ... read more -
I woke up in my room, propped up against the dresser, a pile of cold ashes in the corner. I cried. I had lost the book. I lost it. No ... read more -
When I awake I find myself strapped to an icy cold metal table. I struggle for a few seconds before flopping back down with an exasperated sigh. I give myself ... read more -
CLARK CLARK CLAAARK I found something to occupy my time! I've started a Project 365 on Tumblr and and and yeah. |D ... aaand the high is gone. ); Creativity ... read more -
And then my mom comes in with her face on tight and her hands on her hips. Until she points at me and says [italics] You're out of line, Mister! ... read more -
I hate this font. I mean, if I REALLY wanted to make it look like I was writing on a typewriter, I would actually write on a typewriter. However, considering ... read more -
What do you write on a blank page? A blank page is like a virgin - it has never been touched - the first letter defiles the whiteness. Well, once ... read more -
"They ain't runnin' away." My voice is soft and quiet, my fingers diggin' into Lloyd's skin, beggin' him to stay. Tears prick in my eyes, threatenin' to spill over, though ... read more -
Logan, if you can hear me say something. The silence spoke volumes. Logan was dead. He died because I dared him to take the deadly plunge. read more
