glimpses shared by our authors
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"Mom," He started, even his voice carried a weary tone to it. "Don't worry so much, I was just out with a friend that needed some help, okay?" He then ... read more -
The air is cold, strangely so for the sunny day we’ve had. Or maybe it just seems cold, surrounded by stark gray walls and dying grass. At least the runty ... read more -
Prólogo. Esse livro não trata de uma história. Não é um relato, nem uma narrativa. Nem se pretende uma epopeia. Nem um poema épico. É apenas um escorço sobre a ... read more -
inexplicably, the gray-purple haze of November midnight and ugly light pollution makes you want to break your knuckles on the concrete of your porch ledge. you're too angry for reason ... read more -
I open my eyes to darkness. No, not darkness. You can't have darkness without light, and there was not even a blur of light in my vision. This wasn't darkness. ... read more -
The chinook wind roared through the plain; a welcome respite from the bitter cold of the winter, and billowed the worn, ratty cape of the man standing there. The snow ... read more -
He would lay them out for her and she would spend time looking at them until, suddenly, all the pieces satisfyingly fell in place, and she would look up at ... read more -
sounds of her speech roll over her like waves as she drank her tea and slowly thawed. When Frances wound down, she set the tea aside and considered the task ... read more -
floodlights of neon advertisement for cheap thrills arc upwards, high above your head and the rainbow persuasion leaves an ache in your temples and a sourness on your tongue. you're ... read more -
To me? Really money is all material. People could live happily if we didn't need money. People would be good if we didn't have money or status. Someone was talking ... read more
