Category: Prose
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Murder Your Darlings
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…
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The Play on Fourth Street
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…
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Murder Your Darlings
She wondered sometimes if it shouldn’t be like this, if she should feel eager and excited to hear about the things that Rocco was passionate about, if she should be impassioned by them as well. One would think that love would work like that, and at a certain point it…
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Blue & Yellow
There was a single quarter on the counter of the 27th Street diner, reflecting light from the bulbs overhead. Ophelia Dawkins sat in a window booth with an empty notebook in front of her, tilting her head to watch the raised planes of George Washington’s face shift between silver and…
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Murder Your Darlings
Ivy, this mysterious, maniacal woman who had begun slithering around the recesses of her mind many years ago, slowly but certainly unveiling the bits and pieces of her story to Sofia… Ivy had been left to gather dust in that dining room, waiting for her husband to come home.
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