glimpses shared by our authors
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I was down in dixieland, playing a dixie fiddle. Right down the middle. Someone posted pictures on facebook today of their first venture into the corn country. I think it ... read more -
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
