glimpses shared by our authors
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With an arm around Jah'Ran's shoulder Samiel guided him by the sentinels, through the huddle of tents while all still slumbered, some of the Muur Rav woke and turned their ... read more -
Azucena was born on the night the moon bled, her hair the color of the sunset, and eyes the color of icy winds, with skin as pale as the moon ... read more -
Escaping from my job and my city was one thing, but what about escaping from your history, is it possible? Can you truly learn from the mistakes of the generations ... read more -
Could you have been someone else and not know it? Is that possible? It seems insane, and perhaps the accident scrambled my brains like freshly made omelette, but the idea ... read more -
The dreams worsened. The garret was always white, always empty. It was excrutiating. I'd stand there, unmoving, waiting for snakes to fill the floor writhing or birds to fly screeching ... read more -
No princípio era o caos (Surge um auditório lotado e muito barulhento). Então veio a luz! (Uma lâmpada com pernas sobe no palco, pega o micrfone e começa seu show ... read more -
Não sei o quê escrever hoje. Sinto apenas saudade: uma seca de presença, uma chuva de ausência; céu e terra de distância, espaço sem medida da falta. Esse vazio cheio ... read more -
What should I write today? Well, I'm currently in my Religion class, and I'm bored. This might turn into a day-to-day blog, who knows. I'll do some random stuff on ... read more -
James was a ladies' man. Being raptured by smooth skin, hair, and lips was something he couldn't deny. And as he gathered himself in his seat unnoticed, he ran his ... read more -
What to write... Blank pages are oddly intimidating. You wouldnt think so, because, you know, they're blank. No writing or opinions or insults or stories. Just...nothing. Maybe that's why they're ... read more
