glimpses shared by our authors
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Her eyes were the color of the bottom of the pool I almost drowned in when I was 8 Her skin was soft like the freshly washed sheets I cried ... read more -
She walked into the lower level wearing a freshly cleaned dressed. In her arms was a present she had wrapped carefully the night before. With a smile gracing her face, ... read more -
Her hand twitches as he washes her breasts. He can feel her heart quickening. "My name is Justin." He says. "I just turned 22 in December. Today is March 7th." ... read more -
She was a limp body just barely breathing. Covered in blood, bruises, dirt and who knows what else. Only dressed in a ripped shirt just big enough to reach mid ... read more -
"Maybe that is your problem. get to know me. It's your fault you wanted to het to know me. It's your fault that it is you and me in this ... read more -
I skip the next few days and not show up at the restaurant. When I do finally show up I sit in my old first spot before she came along ... read more -
April Uppsala Hon gick genom parken. Det regnade. Hennes skor läckte in. Blicken var nerfälld och läpparna sammanpressade. Detta var itne hennes dag. Han gick genom parken. Det regnade. Hans ... read more -
sometimes when you're looking at something beautiful it's easy to miss the storm clouds racing up from behind you to cover the sun. and so you find yourself grieving again. ... read more -
* The past few days have been light. I've hit that disassociation spot again, that lovely I'm-here-but-I'm-not. I hear my parents lamenting each other, biting at each other, rabid dogs ... read more -
Grey Sky Tree branches reach Reach Reach Until they tendrils of their branches Schreech Cuz they're on fire With autumn love The yellows and golds And oranges of old Blow ... read more
