1,171 words by 2 writers in Woodcliff Lake, Harrison & Chattanooga

Stories filed under Autobiography

magic, dreaming, Autobiography

I use magic (or magical thinking if you will) as a defense mechanism. A little imagination makes life more bearable.

by Andrew Steele

Chattanooga — Having a boring day? Not when you have the magic of a powerful imagination at your disposal. Can’t see your way around the room because you can’t turn the lights on for fear of waking your lovely mate...

Prose, Autobiography

My First Sketch. I have many hopes for Hi. I've been writing by myself for too long. I want applause.

by Andrew Steele

Harrison — I’ve been writing ever since grade school. I remember in the first grade, telling short stories about my day. How I jumped over the fence of my school yard in a single bound, then with my next jump I’...

Parenthood, Autobiography

Lost my breath after reading that my dad was "downsized". He is my hero. He'll stand once more.

by Paul Farmiga

Woodcliff lake — For a young boy who used to put on dad’s big baggy blazer. He was my hero. For a young boy who grew up with him in the skyline’s highrise offices. He was my hero. For a young boy who witnessed the...

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