glimpses shared by our authors
  • We cut off our t-shirts as was the style, and they never lasted long, my father always throwing them away, not wanting the neighbor boys to get the wrong idea. ...
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  • I shielded my eyes, wincing with the light. The room was illuminated, bringing shape and color to the objects around me. It was almost overwhelming; books upon books drowned out ...
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  • When the house goes to sleep the lady upstairs that rents the two rooms and half-bath and stove creeps down the groaning stairs and unlatches the gate and trips on ...
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  • 'From the moment we are born, we are slaves.' He'd been born into a home full of warmth and joy, to a life of hope and promise. He'd began the ...
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  • Motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker. The words were scribbled on the door to the stall. His heart raced, and he tried to think of what to do. Of how to get out. ...
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  • will this work for me, this senseless writing without a purpose or a cause, will this work for me.. if i keep on putting my pen to paper, or in ...
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  • 9.1.2015, Pondělí Dnes ráno po cestě do práce jsme se bavili o svatbě, sňatku nebo jak to vlastně nazvat. Chvíli jsem z toho byl zmatený o čem vlastně Maruška mluví, ...
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  • Have you ever experienced a moment in your life when everything came to a standstill? where time slowed as if the entire universe held it's breath for that moment. That ...
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  • It's all green everywhere. Even my mind's not an exemption. It's hued to the darkest of greens. But my soul, no, not my soul. It adamantly stayed fiery. The dawn ...
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  • the longer and longer i sit throughout the day the more i feel that i am alone, not alone in an angst-y melodramatic way but i truly believe i am ...
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