glimpses shared by our authors
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Summer turns me into a 1950s suburban housewife, though instead of being weighed down by gender dichotomies and a generic, white picket fence image to uphold, my self-imposed indifference is ... read more -
sex is such a mystery to me. by myself, i can writhe and twitch, but with him it is never the same. the foreplay is always lovely; his mouth and ... read more -
"Hey what are we waiting around for?" Manda said looking at her watch. "We have a gig in half an hour!" "What are you talking about? We don't have one ... read more -
De man die in een doos op het kerkhof woonde, kroop uit de kartonnen behuizing, rechtte geeuwend zijn rug en sloeg de kreukels uit zijn jas. Hij keek omhoog, zocht ... read more -
"You aren't Ben," she said. The visage of her friend recoiled, then melted back. Nell's hand, still jammed deep in her pocket, activated the GPS chip. She turned tail and ... read more -
he left himself inside me. a piece of him joined with a piece of me. the product of this union: a micro being capable of stopping the hearts of near ... read more -
Nell had taken a piece of her device with her, the piece that communicated (illegally) with satellites to act as a GPS. The rest of the PDA that she'd left ... read more -
She put a hand on her chin. "That is, until something catastrophic happens. Then they call me to improve security or they hire a bunch of thugs. Depends on the ... read more -
The three men fanned out on the landscape, keeping constant radio contact. "Readings seem normal," mumbled Lyles. "O2 levels acceptable, no pollutants, radiation minimal..." "My god!" said Preston. "Look, in ... read more -
How does one start writing a book? Perhaps it is best to not think of it as a book or to have any intention of it being a book. I ... read more
