Why do I write? To have a voice.
And to lend my voice to those who haven’t found theirs yet. I tend to write about people who might not fit the perceived norm. Misfits. Outcasts. People others often overlook, yet who are exceptional in their own way. To me, that’s what writing is all about. Having an opportunity to show another side of something. Or someone. To explore life from a different angle and share the discoveries with others.
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The Legend of the Gathers
by Lafayette Wattles
You may have heard the story about young inventor Thomas Edison transforming bamboo into light. But have you heard about the small glass company that made the first containers for his special filament? About the mysterious shop boy who blew the first glass bubble. Some folks, like Archibald Raymond, believe the boy was one of the phantom folk, The Gathers, who are said to return each year during the Days of Incandescence to help get light out into the world.
Introducing
Hurricane
by Lafayette Wattles
June 1972 started out like most. Full of sunshine and skinned knees. Then the rain came.
The river had always been part of the neighborhood. A mud-lipped live thing at the end of the road where go-kart races ended and Dad took me fishing and swimming. Until one endless, thick, gray cloud flattened the horizon at both ends, pressing down. Four days. Unrelenting. The sky emptied. Every single drop. Towns were taken under. We were taken under. Everything changed.
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