No Flintstones, no Bronco Lane.
Life events maketh the man...
LIFE AND LOVE
Textures of My Soul
No scars to show
The home I once knew, the home I thought I knew, was nothing but a dream
My existence was my burden — and mine alone.
A strange but true story of going too far and Paul Auster
First two chapters of a book I called "Something"
I know I cannot love another if I do not love myself
I've never been in a war, but my family has lived with the aftereffects for generations
What kind of story would you like to write?
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