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Here you can find book reviews, original poems and essays, excerpts from novels and short stories, late-night ramblings on the nature of writing and humanity, and other fun things of the sort.
As you may have surmised from the numerous places it is plastered around this website, my name is Eve Annajane, and I’m a writer.
Excerpt from Chapter 3 Sofia ran up to the office to grab her laptop, but by the time she made it up the stairs and down the open hallway, Ivy was already there. She had — by some mysterious force Sofia was not going to give herself an aneurysm contemplating right then — pulled Rocco’s…
did they only tell you how to be a god, not a lover, not a father, not a man?
They moved in on a Wednesday. Moria watched the homegrown troop of movers carry boxes from two cars double-parked on the street into the building across from her. The movers reappeared in the window directly opposing hers, three stories up. Through the two panes of glass, she observed them surveying their new surroundings.
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