richie puts the pedal to the floor as the sun's rays pass over the land and paint the road a deep orange glow, causing him to reach for the sun visor above his head. at this moment his car is the only object illuminated by the sun, and from some far away distance it might look like a shooting star, traveling at supersonic speed through the deep, ( Read more... )

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this is one of those treasured stories you read in front of the fire, while tucked tightly under an afghan, sipping hot apple cider whose steam is fully and completely saturated with the sweet scent of cinnamon. you open the faded cover of the book and begin. "talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes," elegantly spews from the speakers ( Read more... )

the italian socialist and her passenger make their way across the conservative dutch town in their foreign-made automobile while listening to modest mouse at a volume somewhere between whisper-level and not-so-hushed-tone. no, they don't really feel intimidated by their surroundings as one might think. on the contrary, they are quite confident in ( Read more... )

the boy with eyes cold as stone looks out the window, the window whose pane is so brittle it seems the early autumn breeze would shatter it so easily, and he looks out into the distance where the afternoon sunshine hits every single object in sight. but inside his room it's like the biggest darkest storm cloud has parked itself above him. and it ( Read more... )

maria tenderly kisses her husband goodbye as she walks out the basement door. there has been so much drama in her life and she absolutely needs a break from it all. a leave of absence of sorts. several vacation spots seem appealing to her, but she quickly settles on the small piece of land on the ocean where she used to spend her childhood ( Read more... )

i haven't been able to complete a piece of writing i've been working on and it's driving me crazy. i have the characters and their backgrounds but i've spent a month trying to think of a plot and i've gotten nowhere. it's almost as if my creative energy has disappeared. i've realized that my opinions of grand rapids change so drastically ( Read more... )

the man sat slumped over in his chair and looked out despairingly at the colorado landscape as he cradled his freshly brewed cappuccino in his left hand. he sighed and wished that boulder, his home for twenty four years, had treated him as well as he treated this cup of coffee. wendy, his best friend and wife, sat quietly in the loft reading the ( Read more... )

what's so fascinating to me about writers is that they start out with absolutely nothing and end up with something. the great ones are amazing because just by writing down the crazy thoughts from their brains they have the power to change people. making a living by using your imagination is the grandest idea i've ever heard ( Read more... )

hannah golden is quite the girl. if you got the chance to share a street corner with her you'd notice her curly black hair that flows in not-so-subtle waves down past her shoulders, her dark brown eyes, her distinct nose that's pierced on the right side, and you might find yourself wondering if this is the most exquisite girl you've ever seen. ( Read more... )