glimpses shared by our authors
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The rain outside pattered harder than she'd expected on the roof of the little hipster hole her friend had suggested was a coffee shop. Allison leaned back against a large, ... read more -
She stood in the middle of a nearly empty field. Naked. Her arms and legs were spread wide, letting the wind encompass her, waiting for a rain that didn't come. ... read more -
Rainy days are meant for soup, naps, and movies while laying under heavy down comforters with your best friend or lover. Rainy days are meant for reflecting on the reasons ... read more -
A lonely mind Is still at times But I am neither at a loss for words Or in a world of hurt. I am more in a stagnant place, A ... read more -
"Audrey! Hey, it's Eli! I promised myself that I would surprise you, but I can't. I'm coming back early! I can't wait to see you, four years changes a lot ... read more -
Oh Boy, it's Sunday morning. What's so special with Sunday? Well that means pancakes. I like them because they are warm, even though syrup spills out all over me. I'm ... read more -
Non amo la parola "Cultura". Ciò che amo è: "Memoria", il suo profondo esercizio. Graffio carta. Per farne ricordo. Ricordo d'inchiostro del Massachusetts, che libera in acqua la parte bluastra, ... read more -
an oversolemn college kid: His wandering through the roiling feast of revelers traces the pattern of his discontent. When he takes air, as now, a void of relative silence pulls ... read more -
More practice at female perspective, this time abstracted an observer away. She's got short hair, which I always equate to ballsiness in a woman. I figure it takes a certain ... read more -
"The rabbit was poised along a trail near the edge of a weed-and-briar patch, sitting motionless except for the hint of a flicker of his ears. He watched as the ... read more
