glimpses shared by our authors
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Day one of writing staring at a blank page. Or i guess nowadays and for me as well a blank screen. What is more challenging to overcome the blank screen ... read more -
"What happened? Where's Alice?" I said, croaking. "Alice is alright, she's sleeping at our place. Frank dropped us all off at the hospital and then left. I don't know what's ... read more -
The axe strikes, again and again. My skull caves in on itself in bloody agony, I reach for my phone. 9:03, almost four whole hours of sleep. Fuck Sundays. read more -
She knew she came in third place after Jim's hard-bitten identity and his '64 Chevy pickup. Women's intuition. She was just curious and bored, so she agreed to go out ... read more -
As he grasped the rope, hanging on for dear life, the last three days flashed through his mind and he hated himself for taking this job. Hank was an "extreme ... read more -
Beauty. What is beauty? Beauty is what pleases my eyes. I love beauty! Beauty is also what pleases my mouth, my nose, my hands, my ears. Beauty is what I ... read more -
It was a morning exercise that he practiced without fail, no matter how he felt or how busy he was or how late it would make him for work... well, ... read more -
It was in that single moment, that one time as dusk settled over the house, that Jonathan realised what he had to do. Jonathan was a simple man, liked to ... read more -
I woke up this morning, I thought it was 8, maybe 9, but most certainly not 10. How quickly the hours pass then under the influence of deep sleep and ... read more -
Today, I poured boiling water on my fingers. An accidental occurrence, of course. The spaghetti noodles were churning in the bubbling water and reaching the ideal state of al dente ... read more
