glimpses shared by our authors
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1. When I, Alisha Jones, was ten years old I was at a Summer Camp somewhere in Florida. My parents thought it was a good idea for me to hang ... read more -
She stops, her back to me, and hugs herself. Her thin arms fit snugly under her armpits, wrists bent. She stands like that for several seconds. I wait for her ... read more -
It's November third (this is the thirteenth time I've been able to say that in my lifetime) and I'm really behind on my NaNoWriMo with something barely skimming 1000-something words... read more -
But it couldnt be the cat talking to her. Cats couldnt talk unless she was having a very strange dream.She stared deep into its eyes, it cocked its head again ... read more -
子供って残酷 思ったことを人の気持ちも考えずに そのまま言葉にしてしまう なぜ、 外見の違いや ちょっとした個性 いじめの対象になりやすい どんなに努力しても掴めないものがある 肌の色は 努力では変わらない 薄くはなても 肌色 にはなれないJ それでも肌色になったら お友達に好きになってもらえるからドキドキした と喜んでいる 外国人と言われ 怒れないJ あなたは外国人ではないよ 日本人なのだから 日本に多く住んでいる人とは 多少外見は違うかもしれない けれどあなたはれっきとした 日本人 友達とは・・・難しいが、肌の色や見た目に関係なく あなたをわかってくれる友人が一人でもみつかる 偏見を持つ人は 自分が海外に行き その時に初めて気がつくのだろう まみ～が風邪を引いたらいやだから ... read more -
"Where are my wife and daughter?" asked Larry in a hoarse whisper. "Pulease, Larry. They’re at home, tucked up in nice and warm in bed, I imagine. We’re not animals ... read more -
"Hey! what are you doing?" a voice that sounded like a crackling fire whispered in her ear. Her eyes snapped open. She looked around trying to remember where she was ... read more -
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He first appeared during the times of the herding tribes - the times of the Brandishers. The five moons, A'Nokra, the largest, Hakter, Marr, Etria, and the smallest Laern have ... read more -
Saber stocked down the hallway of the old abandoned school, his combat boots that now resembled thin pieces of leather wrapped around his feet form years of wear and tear ... read more
