glimpses shared by our authors
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Forsaken by those who found him a drain on their lives, he lie in bed quite alone. The bed was unkempt, sheet-less and generally dirty; a quality he found proved ... read more -
It's kinda hard to write something when writing is what I completely stopped doing for some strange reason.But you can blame me? I've going through alot and yea i could ... read more -
Who am I to tell tall tales of love and hate? I am but a nobody before a blank page, trying his best to pour whatever he finds within in ... read more -
The voice on the other side isn’t Serena. It’s a deep male voice and there’s a slightly muted siren in the background. “Hello, David, this is Emergency Personnel, we’re trying ... read more -
We’re in a meadow: the sun is out; there aren’t any clouds, and the humidity is nonexistent. A gentle breeze crosses through the field. It smells like shampoo. I’m dreaming. ... read more -
Dewey Southwest went down the street. He looked about and saw a cat limping against the curb. It was propping itself up on the cement. "Well," said Dewey, "I better ... read more -
On the early spring coolness of the soccer field sideline, I finally reached the cruising altitude required after an unusually hectic week and surprisingly tough go at getting a cup ... read more -
His sleep was interrupted when a tea kettle whistled from down in the kitchen. He smelled chicken roasting, or maybe it was turkey. He loved stuffing. He sighed happily and ... read more
