glimpses shared by our authors
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"Oh, Christi" He ran his long, bony fingers through her mousy, over-conditioned hair. "I believe that we all know who's madder in this couple." Then, because of the magic only ... read more -
I'm sorry that I hurt you. Sometimes I don't mean to, sometimes I do, but you don't deserve any of it. I'm a selfish creature and when my patience for ... read more -
Derek was momentously proud of himself, and deservedly so. He had single-handedly committed more felonies than anyone else in the history of the city, and the boxes were filled with ... read more -
His name is John Birch. I am totally NOT making that one up. Really, who can? He follows me from state to state. I don't know if he's married. I ... read more -
This is an idea for a movie script: The traditional anti-western powers, the Chinese and the Russians, plot to overthrow the United States as the preeminent superpower of the Olympics. ... read more -
" I murdered her, Christi." She felt a cold hand press against her cheek. She didn't know how to feel. She didn't know enough to cry, but she hadn't found ... read more -
It seems like i'm alone. I'm confused. I have things i want to say, to share...but if i do, i'll regret it. sometimes, keeping my problems to myself feels like ... read more -
Here I'll put the things I haven't been able to say, the things you haven't been able to hear, the things that have only been felt. I'll do my best. ... read more -
The fresh waves of an identity crisis are coming on strong Blood is thicker then water and so I'll ignore the trashing current Even as it becomes neck and neck ... read more -
---------- Derek got home much later than he had expected, carrying a few large cardboard boxes under one arm. He entered the code for the door and went inside to ... read more
