Today’s passage doesn’t qualify as terrible prose. Mostly.
It’s from a book I really enjoying. It’s kind of corny–there’s a love triangle and this guy has a bodyguard crush on this Russian princess–but the premise is intriguing and I love it.
Then, out of nowhere, comes this letter. I’m a fan of epistolary novels; I can do with one or two letters in a story this good.
This is the sleaziest letter I’ve ever read.
I’m pretty sure the guy who wrote it is going to turn out to be a villain and it will be a huge twist…but come on. How could you read this and not come away with a bad impression?
She/her. 4w3. Lover of vegan cream cheese and performative angst.
In 2014, tired of my pop culture rants, my mom told me, "You should start a blog!"
In 2015, needing a place to gush about the new Star Wars trilogy, I created this site.
In 2016, while working an insane schedule at the local bakery, I stopped writing.
That same year, I moved to Seattle. Picture every fresh-faced young woman you've ever seen stepping out of a taxi in a movie. That was me...only with a lot more anxiety and shorter hair.
Living here has been a trip. I'm not always happy, but I find plenty of stuff to write about.
I love to call out, complain, overreact, analyze, and reimagine.
This site contains the fruit of that labor.
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