The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“Shit Sophie, I’m not scared of change, I’m scared of fucking dying out there trying a stupid fucking move that will end in my death,” Jessica says through clenched teeth.
“Who’s overreacting now?”
“What the hell? I am not overreacting!”
“Of course you are,” Sophie says with a nervous smile.
I write about Desire. Sex. Longing. Pain. Darkness. All of it.
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Somehow I was imaging a Rodeo Queen trying to come to terms with a motorcycle.
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At first I had no real idea where it was going, and then near the end I think it decided it had to be something right off left field.
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I sometimes write stories the same way which is supposed to be a fiction writer “no-no.” Glad to see someone else does it as well.
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