When Characters Come Alive
I’ve been writing about the life of a clueless teenage girl for two years, having come to know her as well as any real life person. Her story is embedded in my daily rituals and momentary escapes. I even imagine her voice when I’m writing out her dialogue.
So you can imagine how flabbergasted [...]
Rage. Primal Justice.
The moon crowns my head as I tear off its twitching arms and suck up slick metallic juices: peel of bits of cloth and crunch through bones – sighing as the taste of life gradually calms my rage. Soon, the bones are licked clean and carelessly discarded along the marred pavement. Now I feel whole and want to discover the world.
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