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Jack posted Surprisingly, not about me. | Jul 2, 2008
... I learned pretty quickly how to resent her, licking away my hurt with the dangerous language of blame. I no longer wanted to see her. I had ceased to mind. In fact I grew to insist on her absence, which was how I finally learned what it meant to be numb. Really numb. -Johnny Truant, "House of...
Liz DeJesus posted Under the Moonlight Excerpt | May 1, 2008
All night she dreamt of blood. The crackle and crunch of bones made her uneasy. * * * * Morgan gasped and kicked until she was awake. Her head throbbed. She smelled like sweat and fear, and there was something stuck between her teeth. She pried at it unsuccessfully with her fingernails. Frustrated,...
Liz DeJesus posted Excerpt of The Laurel | Apr 26, 2008
In a dark cave filled with multicolored strings and golden cords that hummed with power sit The Moirae. Three sisters, daughters of Zeus and the Titaness Themis. Clotho the Spinner, Lachesis the Allotter and Atropos the Inexorable. Each one with a purpose, each one with a task that must never end....
