glimpses shared by our authors
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very early on. He did not play, or sing, or smile. He was in the Gifted House; such frivolity was beneath him. His twin had a harder time of things. ... read more -
Blank. Page. ... Ughhh. There's school. In which you wander about aimlessly, learning shit that you won't remember after you take finals. It's a place to get humiliated, but not ... read more -
... Like. Whoa. .... What should I write about? Who am I talking to? What makes the world go round? Why am I asking you all these questions? I think ... read more -
Oh gee. It's November nineteenth and I haven't written even a thousand words yet. Time to give up. I'm writing a meltdown about Gabe now... So yeah... More like an ... read more -
Today makes 10 days since we returned from Los Angeles. Sure miss the two of them. Received an Email from MN yesterday morning. It was nice, asking me how I ... read more -
It was one day, Just one day stretched before me in segmented moments. 60 seconds to a minute 60 minutes to an hour, 24 Hours in this day. The day ... read more -
i'm going to teach you how to die. in abundance; in plentiful amounts. Every day a little death. i just read somewhere that time perception, being biologically constrained, changes when ... read more -
If I decide something, then it becomes so. One formulates their own reality. Reality is nothing more than an extremely persistent illusion, one that simultaneously permeates and engulfs one's beings ... read more -
His shadow was long and thin in the last light of day. As he walked, it twisted through the trees: sometimes hiding in their shadows, sometimes spilling over their rough ... read more -
The head of the House looked gravely down at the newborn twins. They were both crying. The raven on his shoulder cawed morosely. The mother of the twins looked up, ... read more
