glimpses shared by our authors
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Another Sunday night - how little I think of these days and their endless repetition. Now I am years older, but not wiser. I feel more frozen, heavy. My vocabulary ... read more -
Dear Friend, How much is graspable in this life? Graspable. Why that word? It's a very greedy word. But most people I know are greedy. For touch, for acknowledgment, for ... read more -
“Hey, I’m Jack. I just wanted to say, uh, thanks again for giving me the page number in there.” He gestured towards the now empty classroom. “I just joined the ... read more -
"I wonder why the blonde boy hasn’t come back to class. Why would he come to the first day but no more after that? And what’s up with his writings? ... read more -
As usual, she watched the other students pull out notebooks and laptops to take notes for the day, but Evelynn left her bag closed on the floor. She’d been up ... read more -
“What’s it for?” she questioned him. He held his stare for a few more long seconds then shifted his eyes to the book in his hand. “It’s just my thoughts.” ... read more -
Immediately, she recognized the sandy blonde hair and brown messenger bag as the boy who had so mysteriously stared at her in class that morning. He was writing in the ... read more -
Evelynn thought he was a bit too “normal” looking to be the brooding type, but that was exactly how he appeared to her. He wasn’t dressed in dark colors or ... read more -
She never imagined in the months they spent together that one day she’d have to be strong on her own. She’d pictured herself by his side for years to come, ... read more -
Rush had been everything to Evelynn. It happened suddenly, but she had grown to love him with a fierceness that could never be matched by another man. They were the ... read more
