Posted by: picca on: January 14, 2009
It was a hot summer night, with stifling, thick air and nothing but the sound of traffic below her.
If she closed her eyes, she could pretend that the cars were cicadas, like back in Alabama. The cicadas never stopped there. Back in Alabama, where there were long summer days and wide-open spaces that [...]
Posted by: picca on: January 14, 2009
Sophie hiccupped and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
“Do you like this?” she drawled, stepping closer to the man. He was hunched over on the ground, eyes clinched in pain.
Sophie squatted down and bounced on the balls of her feet, leaning in close to him. The smell of alcohol was [...]
Posted by: picca on: January 14, 2009
New year, new theme… and hopefully, new posts.
I’m in an advanced writing of fiction class this semester, so hopefully that will spurn me to post some stuff. Until then, I’ll just add in stuff I wrote from last semester’s writing class.
2009 writing goal :: starting on a novel.
