That’s what stories do. They connect the random dots of life into a picture. But it’s all an illusion. Just try to connect the dots of life. You’ll end up with a lunatic scribble. But
My fist flew forward.Nicely done! said Eldric, although it had glanced off of his palm like a pebble. Why aren't you begging for mercy?I make a point never to do so, said Eldric. It puts one at a disa...
Wine and bread. This has always seemed rather ghoulish to me, as though one were smearing the threshold with Puree of Christ. Thank
Wine is certainly warming, but communion is a great deal more so.
When you hate yourself, you don’t neglect your responsibilities. When you hate yourself, you never forget what you did
My writer friends and I talk about the kinds of writers we are and some of us are plungers and some of us are plotters. I happen to be a plunger. I have an idea; usually I start out with the idea for...
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