the rambles of a paper sister
I could simply state what I liked about the short story in about a third of the words it took Singer to write it. I could gush over Nguyen's art and how it is perfect for almost every story their art has ever graced. I could write paragraphs about themes and metaphors and the like.I… Continue reading Little Foolery’s Sir Alain
“It was snowing and the forest was silentShe turnedand began to speakbut I couldn’t hear the wordsThe sounds that issued forthshed my wolf skinand we made loveThe crunch of boots on snowa gunshotwefled”Where have you gone? November138 Years Later The bouncer was a mountain of a man. Once he recognized me, his eyes set into… Continue reading Tame
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