Do you ever have to, I don’t know, recalibrate your grip on reality?
My head’s pressed into the window, and the disrepair of the road rattles my head against the glass. 975 more words
The smooth table surface was fascinating. His fingers drummed a beat over and over again as he waited. There were lines drawn in hypnotic circles around but he couldn’t feel any edges, or bumps or sign the table was anything other than a perfectly smooth plane. 685 more words
So, I finally managed to finish editing my first fictional novella, and now it’s ready to be sent out for e-book consumption. It turns out that the whole story had to be re-read and edited many, many times in order to get things moving along nice and smoothly. 247 more words
Ormond Beach, Florida
After giving her deposition to Jake Bryan and Sandy had explored two of the inexpensive attractions in Orlando, first taking a leisurely stroll around Lake Eola during the late morning and then heading over to the City Art’s Factory just after lunch. 1,401 more words