glimpses shared by our authors
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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. She turns suddenly. "Into ... read more -
The bartender is not writing Victorian erotic short fiction. Instead, he copies information from 'Series 7 For Dummies' onto his notebook. This has been going on for three pages now ... read more -
11-2-10 My goals are not going as planned. That's awesome. 1) I've been nicer to Al. Daily hugs aren't going as great, but the niceness factor is definitely going well. ... read more -
Thomas McAllister really wasn’t expecting the gunfire. The windows of the his favourite Thai restaurant shattered as bullets flew threw the glass, spiderwebbing and shattering as he instinctively put his ... read more -
One moved through the desolate wilderness and only paused once to look back. He didn't know what he was looking at, or towards. All he saw was this: the haze ... read more -
left, with literally no time to spare. But wait this day gets better I'm on my way to my 2-D art class that i HATE with a strong passion (I ... read more -
An orange pen sat on the desk, mocking him with it's unusual color. Or, at least, Jonathan thought the pen was meant to mock him. He knew why he was ... read more -
Today I'm thinking about... The reason I sleep more or less. It's different depending on my mood or the day - hot, cold, gloomy, sunny... It all factors in to ... read more -
we have nothing to say to each other anymore, the cracks in the sidewalk speak for us instead. miles and streets apart make my heart beat slow so instead, I'll ... read more -
If I had to describe myself in one phrase it would be "low stimulus threshold." The underlying reasons and circumstances have changed, but I always come back to this rather ... read more
