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Mar 1

Ideas that seem to cancel each other out or make no sense in connection to each other are one of my favorite ways that writing can be used to create intense or even jarring imagery that makes us feel emotions we may never even have thought of. I honestly have a lot of these, but their scattered throughout the story so I'll share them as I re-find them:

I hear everything and nothing. I see him, but barely. The shouting choir in my head drowns out reality - anxiety blurring sight - blurring life. I’m listening too intently to the silence blaring from my cell phone, and it’s so piercing that I think I might lose my mind.

_The pen keeps on tapping, and the room descends into vibrant shades of gray. _

I grit my teeth against the darkness trying to ooze in at the edges.

The expression on his face is frighteningly angelic as a burly nurse gently yanks the long tresses back from his forehead to reveal a river of blood.

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25 days later

As I close my own front door - flop onto my own soft blankets - forever disheveled with the floral sheets and pillows falling out of bed and having fever dreams as they hit the floor knocking themselves insensible, my head spins with excitement and soft misery.

15 days later

Teaser for the chapter "Lullaby" coming out tomorrow in "Damsel in the Red Dress"


So I can scream like a demoniac until the howling on the inside of my head calms to that mellow, roaring melancholy I’m so used to that it’s almost comforting - almost mothering - and I can lay down on the bare mattress, weeping like a raving maniac with anger and agony-!

13 days later

And even though I know I have a right to ask. Even though I know he’d tell me something at the very least if I insisted he had to let me know, I stay quiet in the silence of the pretty, immaculate living room, listening to the screaming on the inside of my own muddled head-

-Wondering if it’s possible for “perfect” to be insufficient.

23 days later

he wipes the last delicate dribbles of golden bile from his lower lip

(this is just a stark contrast between the reality of bile and describing it so...sweetly?

this is free for everyone to read on my Patreon public posts

21 days later

Hmmm, I've not written enough of these lately it would seem.


I feel cold all over and even my shadows-

Are afraid of curling up in the dark and being alone with my thoughts.


A teaser from next week's chapter of "Damsel in the Red Dress" "Monsters Under the Bed."

27 days later