glimpses shared by our authors
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Hail Mary full of Grace Beads like raindrops like a stream like a river, drowning river, like a noose. Pray for us sinners in our death— Hands this cold shouldn’t ... read more -
It’s a symbolic way of… Of… of… yeah. It’s just a symbol. He falls three times. Three. Three. Thrice. It’s the number. Go to the next station— he’ll follow you ... read more -
My feelings are the highest mountaintops with deep, deep cliffs. I discovered that today. This afternoon I was in a euphoria of the most joyful happiness that could be dispelled ... read more -
In the end they were perfect. The arrangements my mother had me for me to stay with my Aunt during my first year of collage turned out to be exactly ... 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 -
Time is golden and made of gears We lend it our hearts, our lips, our ears. We feed it our hopes and it frees us our fears, Time is golden ... read more -
The mountain is made of silk, colourful and patched together like a giant circus tarpaulin. The crimson, emerald, rose-pink and gold fabrics are shining in the late afternoon sunshine, and ... read more -
〝A software of insect's type〟 Assistant : Doctor, this computer seems to have changed rapidly. Was it done a tune-up? Doctor : Oh! A new software of insect's type runs. ... read more -
〝A robot of insect's type〟 Assistant : Doctor, I heard you made a newly robot. Doctor : Oh! A robot of insect's type, with sixth legs using parallel mechanism. Assistant ... read more -
"Sorry," he said, grimacing. "You...you have barf on your sleeve," she said meekly. "Sorry," he said again, hiding the offending sleeve behind his back and attempting to surreptitiously wipe it ... read more
