A handshake is just a theory.
All faces begin blurry,
like a collective fog of figures that pass along the outskirts of your life.
Sometimes you pick one out of the bunch. 247 more words
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When old Mr. Me bought this remote house by the beach in this warm southeastern Asian country, part of the reason was to escapee the folly of the world, its violence, its hypocrisy. 2,268 more words
BY MAGGIE MCCONNAHA
As children, many college students remember being bombarded with stories of parents’ times in college and the shenanigans they got into. My high school calculus teacher used to tell my class stories of how he would throw water balloons out of his window to hit the unsuspecting passerby beneath him. 383 more words
With only 50,181 words completed so far on DOUGLAS DODD’S WOMEN I’m falling behind. This is embarrassing since November is the American Novel Writing Month, as well as being the more familiar (this side of the pond, anyway) NaNoWriMo challenge to complete a novel in a month. 13 more words