Making Up Stories: A Short Story

Without wanting to, he'd be a slave to the moment and to her eyes and to the circumstances that had led him there on the train that lovely night, and he'd just blurt it out. I love you, he'd say. What was the matter with that, anyway?

What Is Your Favorite Line in a Book?

The cry of a personage who has gone through life with potential, dreams of glory, optimism; who has had his dreams shattered and his potential stultified; who had fallen in love and had his heart ripped out again and again.

chthonic patterns

Shouldn't it be said, In the end, that it should not be said? Is that what it's for? Is the importance of it to express the uselessness of it?

The Sweet Things of the Earth

It's the smell and the music. It's the nostalgia is what keeps us going. They're our worst friends and our worst enemies. These are truths. These are truths we will come to disparage.

Stories

stories, and more stories...

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