"Fifteen. Fifteen and never been kissed. Fifteen and never cut class. Fifteen and never snuck out. Fifteen and never stole. Fifteen and straight As. Fifteen and lost."
About life, the world. Something I wrote in free time. Hasn't been editted, please comment, be honest. It's not my best work, I d...
I've decided to post here some excerpts from my memoirs, as well as some oddball stuff, mainly written some time ago, since lately I've been concentrating on the novels. For more info, visit http://www.clydedonard.com
We'll start with my arrival in the USA at the age of 26. I thought this might ...
Marie is eleven when Mis Paterson takes her away from France to tour the world with her and her slightly older son. Marie, who misses her old life and family, writes unsentletters in a leather book to her old freind and childhood love, Dom, who she tells everything. The sights, the days... And a ...
Can't think of a way to describe it. Please just read. It is based on my own experiences but I have tweaked it (maybe alot) to make it more dimensional.
This is a true story. It's a juxtaposition between the civil rights movement and my anti-Vietnam stance (while I happened to be in the army). Only a couple of years separate the events though it seems the chasm between the two is huge.
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Me walking through my neighborhood park then realizing what I've been missing all these years. I never noticed it before, until I looked back on my past.