glimpses shared by our authors
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April 30, Again I shall hold that furniture sign with honesty and dignity. I will be listening to Dylan's Maggie's farm.They are handing me a nickel and handing me dime, ... read more -
I actually probably love him. There's no one that I know of that I think "fuck this guy, he's so scummy and I hate him," but as soon as he ... read more -
Time --is irrelevant. And what has transgressed in time, that is irrelevant. What matters is the ink on this page, spelling out your story with words beyond your imagination, but ... read more -
I never understand why anyone would be okay with eating fast food every day. On the rare occasions I am desperate enough to dare and enter the slop house known ... read more -
I loved him. I loved him with everything I had. I thought we would be together, be so happy, grow old together, and live our lives together. I was horribly ... read more -
I have no idea how far this is going to go. It is 11:18, yes, P.M., and of course I am still awake. I swore this was going to be ... read more -
He sat there, looking out the window at the wasted sun rise. Damnit, he thought, why am I even here? This man, Nathan, was stuck doing what he did everyday: ... read more -
and after three years, I don't have the slightest clue who they are, where they are, or how they found me. At this point, the best I can do is ... read more -
Behind an old desk, Gary pivoted in his chair. His balding head glowed gently in the sunlight that fell through cracks in the dusty blinds of his 3rd story office. ... read more -
Naturally, this meant pieces of it had gone missing. The painting Alejandro had stumbled across was one of them. Where it had been the last 400 years was anybody's guess. ... read more
