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When I finished writing The Sculptor's Statue about a year and a half ago, i could not have guessed the impact it would have on me. The circumstances that led me to write that short story are still very much private, but I truly consider that my finest and most honest writing experience.

A few of my friends have read that story but no one ( Read more... )

The flakes of snow was all over his face, concentrated on his facial hair. He stopped for a moment to wipe a layer of ice off his forehead and stared at the fog of ice at the distance. His face was the only part of his body exposed to the numbing cold... he had once told a porter "Pain is important my boy... Its the most true feeling of being ( Read more... )