glimpses shared by our authors
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. . . on drugs. It shivers, colors quivering like harp strings plucked by an invisible hand. Beneath it, the rocky terrain of a small, backwards culture is warped and ... read more -
As I walked to Borders on my lunch break to browse, I thought of the possibility of meeting a cute guy in the stacks. I imagined browsing through an aisle, ... read more -
Snowflake: 1. Writer's Daughter Saera Snow runs to escape the mob burning her father's house and finds shelter in the arms of Daniel, who holds a deep personal secret. 2. ... read more -
The day started out with me being awakened to my ring tone - which always seems much louder at ten am than any other time - and Liz on the ... read more -
Sometimes I wonder why I'm even here. Not in a depressed "I am worthless" sort of way, mind you. More of a "I don't think I'm supposed to be here" ... read more -
It was a dark and stormy night. Thats how all the books started, right? all the good ones anyway. I was supposed to be a great writer. My father was. ... read more -
He came up to me today.My heart was pumping so fast i swore he(James)could hear it.He looked really nervous.i know i was.We just started having a casual conversation and at ... read more -
I really wish I didn't see his face before I fall asleep every night. It would make life so much easier for me. I always feel insulted and not good ... read more -
Elaine anxiously strummed her fingers against the keyboard of her computer, each finger making a muffled thud as it struck the smooth surface. Every word she began to write echoed ... read more -
She never really knew what love was. What the word meant, or of the feeling it was said to invoke. She never knew what it was to feel the warm ... read more
