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Denial
The air feels damp as the dense fog rolls in; Luke buttons his jacket and then pulls at his neck scarf to shield his neck from the cold. Standing alone on the deserted, dark boulevard Luke glances over his...
0 commentsIntruding Stranger
It is late spring, the sun is intense, and trees surround Thomas as he stands along the edge of the river. He feels dwarfish in comparison to the massive trees towering toward a cloudless sky as he...
Is Writing Dangerous to Mental Health?
I was recently reading a book by one of my favorite authors, C.S. Lewis, who died more than forty years ago. I'm deep into A Grief Observed, and then it struck me, as how passionate this man was, and yet,...
10 commentsThe Hottest Non-Fiction Topics For Your Next Book
With over 500,000 books in English published each year, competition for bookshelf space is ferocious. To increase your chances of success you need to write in the most successful subgenres.
0 commentsFree books and expired copyrights
It's interesting to note the economics of book publishing. Writing a book takes the time of an author or multiple authors. In the case of academic pubilcations which are not generally profitable, there is a...
12 commentsBest nonfiction books for children
There are so many great nonfiction books for kids, that picking best nonfiction books for children, was very difficult. This book tries to satisfy the natural curiosity children have about how the world...
1 commentAP Style Basics
Chicago is the oldest and most comprehensive style guide out there. Since it is so comprehensive, or because it is so comprehensive, it often takes much longer to find what you are looking for. This guide is...
5 commentsRead to Your Kids: A Read-Aloud Guide for Teachers and Parents
One of the most rewarding parts of teaching is reading aloud to a captive audience of young children who beg you not to stop and who hold onto every word you say. Reading aloud to children of all ages can be...
2 commentsBottled émotion-Wind Chime
It’s a beautiful day to forget you. Yes, a beautiful day. Your voice, an un welcomed guest, pacing my bedroom floor. I can’t hear you. I can’t hear you. I can’t hear you. I manage to play a symphony of thoughts relating only the sky above me. The wind, chilling; chilling yet satisfying, sweeps its fingers across my face. I can smile without you now. I can become victim to my own circumstances, but never yours. For what I was to you, was never really anything at all. A grain of sand; a rain
0 commentsProof of Angels and Demons
I blame all of my confusion and anger and trying to be somebody else on my childhood. My mother met my father in the military. As soon as my mother got pregnant by him with me, he freaked out and fled and...
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