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             Love means different things for different peo

Cute has lost it’s innocence as of late.

It’s become intertwined with sex, and hurled into the wor

         It was mid-morning on the first crisp cold day of October, the sort o

He didn’t know what he was doing, though he rarely felt he did.  There were instances of confidence, but th

Just a little fluff of ratty brown and black curly fur, Sassie shook and gazed every which way, cowering in my mother&rsquo

Ms Suzanna Einstein

LJK Literary Management

Dear Ms. Einstein,

This subm

There’s a place called the Monmouth Museum up behind the Garden State Arts Center in New Jersey. In 1970, it was noth

    I like to travel and before I came to America I did,  but then my world turned to shite on a grand

        Are we in this day and age afraid of instability? Or do we embrace it? Is it tru

Writing helps silent the voices.

“The Writer Who Smiles” was initially published as an eBook on Booklocker.com. It’s a story close to my h

Michael Schrader

Moalboal is a motorbike town. In fact, damn near the whole of Cebu is bent on biki

My partner and I are both frighteningly avid travelers. One year alone, for example, we flew to Costa Rica, Dubai, Paris, N

Clever is cheap.  I am obscure. 

A Bad Dream

This is a hard scene for me to write and still remain a third par

In an empty room packed with people

 

My mind rides the merry go round of emotio

In 7th grade, Stacey Russo dumped frog guts on my head. I was bending to pick up my pencil, and she accidentally tipped her

5th of September 2006

9am

The sun was shining.  It was a bright and beautiful morning, a

I was lying in the tub yesterday nursing one of my all too common backaches when I called my husband into the room.

This boy named Travis is a descendent of John the Baptist (but he doesn’t know it yet), the anti-Christ is about to e

Through the bipolar wormhole into harbor.

It was three a.m., and I was sitting outside the Omni Hotel in Los Angeles, racking my brains for another way to force thei

Dear Ms. Einstein,

I have read your write-up and see that memoir is among your interests.  I am sending a

The Window Boy

Prologue

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Claim to Fame

They’d already barred me before, the twats. All I’d done was resign. But I’d n