Yesterday I released some short story ideas into the wild. Today I've got a few sentences to share:
In daylight, under the neon, everything felt different.
Of the seven men I’ve invited back to this apartment, these three I most regret.
She was a good or bad witch, depending on the angle.
A creative class couple in their mid-thirties. No longer pretty, not yet ugly.
The information was on my desk, going stale with each passing minute.
I glance at my watch. It says I’m thirty-two years old.
A cut and paste zine fair full of adorable indie gals. Cute and paste.