Auto ride
There was no obvious reason why I wanted to go out like that – without bothering to change my dress, [...]
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01, 2016
19
11, 2015
The art of falling in love with a writer
*Replace 'he' with 'she' as requiredIt’s his first book. You pick it up only because it was recommended. You read [...]
8
09, 2015
The Fly
It was the Fly.I knew for a certainty. I knew it when I saw the gigantic, black, gleaming eyes at [...]
12
08, 2015
My story
These are not my stories - the books I read,The movies I watch,Don't misunderstand me-I like these stories I read; [...]
11
07, 2015
A Medal from Once Upon a Time
“Until a few years ago, I worked as a mother.”I raised my eyebrows and she chuckled. “Worked? you ask, incredulously,” [...]
13
06, 2015
Masterpiece
It came to me on its way to publication, a scanned copy of a handwritten poem. Just a matter of [...]
4
01, 2015
The ten-year-old
The ten year old was unusually quiet during dinner that Dad had to ask. Ten-year-olds, especially those like her, did [...]
14
10, 2014
Finding the Joy
Nothing can match the joy of finishing a piece of writing: a story, a poem, a review, an article, a [...]
5
09, 2014
The height of Optimism
And yet, in the end, strangely enough, it was optimism that killed her, though perhaps not literally; but it could [...]
3
12, 2013
Like the Wind
Like the Wind*When I slowly turned around, he still stood there, at the other end of the bridge, his hands [...]