I was four when I started writing stories. Mom said I would take a piece of college ruled paper, fold it in half, turn it sideways, draw a picture on the front (usually of a boy's face), write a title beneath that (something like The Boy ), and then open it to write the story on the two inner "pages" (something like The boy cried love Mom ), and then present it to her as the book I'd written for her. She kept each one. I counted them a couple weeks ago. There are four dozen s

After the psychic told her to visit the place where it all started, Fiorella booked us a trip to Madagascar, where she’d first gotten the...

by Sheldon Lee Compton Hi. I've been writing a lot. Got 226 first draft pages of my new novel The Old Invisible finished since February....

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I want to fuck you lonesome. I want to teethe rocks and spit gravel. I want to suffuse you with irony. I want the world to open with your...