And She Wrote
She cracked the spine and reflected upon its glaring whiteness with accelerated pulse, intruder in paradise. * Frowning, she discarded several nibs, stuttering chicken scratch on hotel stationery...
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It wasn’t her mess. She never asked to be buried alive. She didn’t even own a shovel. But her desire to see sunlight grew strong, flexed hope like muscles rippling, horses straining at the foreign...
View ArticleIn the Middle Part
It started well – the action’s pace And characters behaved. The dialogue was natural, Each scene what reader craved. The villain entered right on cue, But there, the thickened plot Unravelled all the...
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