Posted by: picca on: March 9, 2009
The breeze was fresh and clean through her window. She sighed. There was nothing she could do now, she told herself. The deed was done.
Maria stood, allowing herself one more long glance out to the slowly awakening world, then turned and made her way to the kitchen. No use worrying about [...]
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: August 29, 2008
[author note: this could use a lot of work. but I'm posting it now anyway.]
In my ballet troupe, I was always cast as the black swan, as Odile. I hated it. I thought it was because of my skin, because I was different from the rest of them. No matter how much I longed to [...]
Posted by: picca on: August 28, 2008
[author note: Tears of Snow again! Detailing the desert, where both my characters come from.]
