glimpses shared by our authors
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Is it normal, that when I try to convince myself of being at least amateur at some things in life, I still can't think of a single thing that I ... read more -
"And despite hardly knowing you," Victoria's voice was barely a whisper, and a tone of shame echoed with each word, "I thought about you every night. Michael, I was so ... read more -
She is golden in my minds eye. She is an angel, a godsend. I was dying inside my self built prison, sweltering inside my glass enclosure. She is a breeze. ... read more -
I am thirteen, and awkward, as most thirteen-year-olds are. I have zits on my face, and am pudgy at best. I think that I am somehow horribly disfigured, and will ... read more -
When he awoke, a tangible snow fell around him, cold and slow, yet he was not drenched. Lifting himself up, he examined the light drizzle on his charcoal-coloured sweater and ... read more -
Stopping to smell flowers and stare at insects and lose myself in plants is something to which nearly all individuals and nearly no collectives can relate. There are activities that ... read more -
07/01/10 - My Brain: I shouldn't have taken two weeks off of writing here every day. I've decided to start for real, writing the story of two scarcely-believable characters and ... read more -
"Very nicely done Michael, especially that one-liner! What was it again? 'No mom, think about what you're doing?' Oh, it was something like that," he chortled. Michael smiled tiredly. "Shut ... read more -
What if this all means nothing? If life really has no meaning and when we die there is nothing. All of my most precious and cherished memories are forever forgotten. ... read more -
I like to think of myself as a silent but mindful champion of the disenfranchised -- the genetically fat, the ugly nosed, the stupid -- they all reap the benefits ... read more
