glimpses shared by our authors
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‘slipped’ into place and I simultaneously felt the loving presence of my mother envelope me, and in that instant I ‘knew’ without a doubt that whatever had gone wrong in ... read more -
October 23rd, 2010 Silent Confessions "How's paper cutting going?" I went up to the counter after much debating. There's really nothing else for me to ask. The weather on this ... read more -
Simon Page divided. Perhaps it was multiplication, he thought, as he stared between the pink flowers at it. He had made the calculations. Rechecked them. He was statistically the right ... read more -
The rain trickled down the cracked windows of old. Rose lay on the floor, listening to the sound of the storm. Our parents had gone to the market, I had ... read more -
The day after my birthday! Good day to start a Journal. So what will I talk about - let's start with the weather - glorious! I just got back from ... read more -
Eu nunca escrevi uma página por dia. Mentira, já escrevi sim. Eu quis dizer é que eu não tenho o hábito de escrever em grande quantidade e com muita regularidade, ... read more -
"Charlie Shannahan?" "yeah what about her?" "you want to propose to Charlie Freaking Shanahan?" "You keep saying that like its a bad thing." "Ian. Have you met Charlie?" "I've been ... read more -
She had another dream about him last night. She tried to push it out of her head. But there he was standing in front of her during the first hour ... read more -
Everyone at some point in their lives fears the unknown. Deciding to lock yourself up with 13 other ladies who all are the same make and model as you are ... read more -
"All right, boys." Jim was startled. Father Carrick had been close behind him. His nickname was "soft shoes" and he seemed to especially like to catch people off guard. "You ... read more
