Sifting through the dirt to get to the gold
You would be lucky if you were to get to your toes if you were counting the amount of beautiful days for a picnic in London, England. When Mother Nature grants you a day with slightly overcast skies and a forty percent chance of precipitation you might as well take full advantage of the offer.... Continue Reading →
Jack Levitt lives a pretty grim existence in the classically-beautiful yet brutally-dreary city of the criminally understated Portland, Oregon. His way of life as a seventeen-year-old draws a direct correlation to the way by which he was conceived and later delivered into this world. Born an orphan after being abandoned by his parents due to... Continue Reading →
Sex is the primary subject that connects all four short stories in renowned children's author Roald Dahl's Switch Bitch together. Not just any sex, but for the most part frivolous in nature, at some times life-changing, in other cases mind-numbing, and in rare instances an awakening, but always fulfilling. There is also a personal journey... Continue Reading →
"The purpose of that place still continues to elude them. Is it merely an aberration of physics? Some kind of warp in space? Or just a topiary labyrinth on a much grander scale? Perhaps it serves a funeral purpose? Conceals a secret? Protects something? Imprisons or hides some kind of monster? Or for that matter,... Continue Reading →
"I almost feel sorry for her now. So easy to feel sorry for someone whose life is full of such tasks and aspirations. Lying here, in her place, on her bed, my head on her pillow, it is all pitifully clear: Emma is the engine of this home, the person who propels it forward,... Continue Reading →
“The old man looked hard at the shotgun locked in place between them, aimed up at the sky, then raised his cup, took the longest drink in the history of long drinks. ‘Only one place to be if you’re Indian tonight,’ he said, and winked at Jim Doe. ‘Put your ear to the ground, you... Continue Reading →
“When a guy asks if he can take me out to dinner, I hope maybe he’s someone who can eventually love me exactly the way I am. Maybe he wouldn’t fear my bite, my kookiness, maybe he’d get past my thorny bristles, to see there is sweetness here. He would understand that moving on doesn’t... Continue Reading →
