glimpses shared by our authors
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"Your sons are heroes,Mr. Jameson." The nurse led him to a clean white room. There were five children insides, two on chairs and three in beds. The young men in ... read more -
Committed...suicide? "I don't...," I begin, my voice quivering, fingers shaking. "You won't understand. Not now at least. We've got to keep moving, so let it be. It'll be clear sooner ... read more -
It is the strange loads such as this that can get you in trouble. With all the loads of the season to be flown between the village and the lodge, ... read more -
I've only been in two fights in my life. The first one was in preschool. I remember my opponent being really small and jumpy, and not a girl. The reason ... read more -
Judging by my six classmates in hebrew school, my invitations to my coming of manhood, my bar-mitzvah, the first time an older woman would make lewd comments my way, would ... read more -
If anyone lived here. She still wasn't sure. The question was, would she ever be? It was doubtful. The soldiers pushed her into a cell. P read more -
He never knew how to begin. He sat there, fumbling with words, his stutters as numerous as the care-worn wrinkles on his face, one for every frown and two for ... read more -
As I walk down the stairs, answerin' Miss. Lizabeth's call, I can't help but thinkin' of Samuel. He had moved four times in his life, livin' in four different shacks, ... read more -
this is only my second ... page ,i guess, ummmmmmm i kinda forgot for awhile but eh ... so im listening to people sing covers on youtube ... this person ... read more -
It weird without Mary, for Sunday the day we usually play nice and make fun of the mistress together. Miss. Lizabeth, Mary and I all different, save our hate for ... read more
