A New Kind of Literary Pulse

At 10 A.M., Wells Beach, Maine was too quiet.

I should've been in New York City, working at the publishing house that offered me that internship back in March. I should've been waking up at 7 A.M ...  [+]

The empty street seemed brighter than it had a few hours earlier and my eyes began to adjust. Maybe it seemed that way because I had spent the last two hours watching a movie. Or the sun had just ...  [+]