The Book of HeroesThe muse struck her with alarming speed and she quickly put down the smoking bong, cut the t.v. and ran to the other room to start typing - it was finally there. Before she knew it her latest creation had a gender, a personality, and...The Book of Heroes
...nothing. The flash of inspiration slipped through her fingers yet again. This had happened every few nights for the past month, and she was no closer to finishing her senior thesis than three years ago when she decided to major in creative writing. She wondered if she had it in her - or perhaps being "the writer" amongst her friends was a false title that she had bestowed on herself for lack of
The BandMy inspiration had run dry. With little more than an idea to continue the book I had begun writing months ago, I found myself once again alone in a corner of a store designed to simultaneously keep people from ever feeling too secluded and yet offer them complete anonymity when the need arises.The Band
The latter was exactly what I felt I needed. Just a single pair of glass-paned doors stood between a veritable library of used books for sale and myself. I knew those around me expected nothing of the quiet writer in the corner, and with whatever food or drink I could want readily available on a tab I may never pay I found myself in the pe
The GirlShe walked into the room, completely unnaware of the eyes on her as she mozied from the front door of the coffee house to the register in back. We were twelve wraiths, scattered across the floor... some in chairs, couches, or just sitting cross-legged on the maple floorboards. We may not have arrived together - we may not have had the same intention - but for one moment, there was a flash realization, unanimous between these suddenly inter-connected beings: this girl was a prize in a game that none of us competed in. We're not the club-going type. None of the regulars here think of women as objects or prizes to be won, but for one moment we aThe Girl
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When people show you who they are, believe them. ~ Maya Angelou
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"There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who divide people into two kinds of people, and those who don't. Which are you?"
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