One afternoon I was driving up the mountain to the place my grandparents used to live. It was a warm day for fall, but it was still overcast. It was the kind of day that you idolize when you dream of ... [+]
Huff and puff went Abe, his short legs brough him across the wide grass plain. He held his favored toy truck in both of his hands.
“Hello!” He shouted into the trees. “I’m back!” His eyes darted
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I let go of my most important friendship. I bad-mouthed my parents under my breath. I constantly searched for approval.
I met people who were more successful than me and compared myself to
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The road stretched across the desert like a flattened serpent. It was a highway, but was rarely used anymore. A new highway had been constructed that traveled in a much straighter line. This old one ... [+]
It hung right above her bed, a spot of color on the white wall of her dorm room. Every morning, she woke up to the picture looming over her.
Why did she have it up? Of all the possible
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The beast sunk into his chair, hazily gazing at the ceiling of the darkened room, nothing but the faint glow of fire and moonlight illuminating the outline of his satin throws and pillows. As he tried ... [+]
There was once was a lady that lived in a shoe
She had lots of kids, and knew not what to do
She had twenty children, but they all were lazy.
They wouldn't do anything, and it drove he
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It is a lonely life chasing inspiration.
Perhaps there are those who believe my eight sisters and I to be wellsprings of idea, belief, and inspiration; but one cannot enliven that which is dead
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She sat by her master’s bedside. The master wizard had been badly injured by the undead during the day’s battle and would likely not survive the night.
“Come here, I have one last thing to teach
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“Did you hear about SADS?”
“What?”
“Sudden Arrhythmia Death Syndrome.”
“What’s that supposed to be?”
“Don’t you read the news, Archie?”
Archie shrugged lamely, unable to refute his
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The spiderweb of the plum tree's bare branches let through a shaft of light just bright enough that it illuminated the sawdust that puffed forward with every stroke of the handsaw. Alynn focused on ... [+]
They call him the god of wine. Patron of madness and revelry. Deity of theatre and protector of the confused, the misfit, and the outcast. His names include Eleutherios, the liberator. Bacchus ... [+]
Music is a friend of mine. I met him long ago when I was still fresh and innocent, had not a care in the world, and was incredibly stupid. We were more acquaintances than pals, and when I passed him I ... [+]
Have you ever wondered why the leaves turn brilliant shades of red and orange in the fall? It’s quite the story actually. No, it doesn’t have anything to do with chlorophyll or the earth's tilt. I ... [+]
