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My relationship with literature has been inconsistent at best. As much as I would like to pass myself off as the prodigal son of the modern literati...
Ever since I was young, inspiration has been my fickle friend. Let me set the scene: it is a late August evening, just creeping toward dusk. My sister...
When I was young, my mother told me to always dress better than all of the other kids. She told me that I needed to speak better than them as well...
I have been plucking my name apart, rearranging and redesigning my signature, since I was in middle school. I had a dream of becoming a fashion...
Surrounded by timeless books and long-dead people, I feel as if I’m not alive. Knowledge has been passed to me through the letters from Birmingham’s...
The audience will enter Night Sky through way of a keyhole...
If you’ve made it to this little corner of the internet, odds are that you share a profound love of the English language with the author of this post...
I know what you’re thinking. Fanfiction. Aka poorly written smut by hormonal preteens. As a true lover of literature, I have no patience whatsoever...
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