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Papers at the Cafe

A more or less fictional account from the life of a writer.   How much more stereotypical could I be? Half a chocolate croissant sits in its flakes on a plate next to my orange juice. I clack the end of my pen on the …

A Knock on the Mirror

A Short Story   I was alone in the apartment. My roommates had all gone home for the holiday break. The moon stood in the sky, and I had just finished sitting through Chamber of Secrets on ABC. I had a whole four weeks until …

The Park Bench

A Short Story He saw her there everyday. And everyday he’d lean up against the old oak tree, pretending to read the paper, but really just stealing glances. Long, chocolate-colored hair. He imagined it smelled as sweet as it looked. Her eyes were the same …