March 12 2014

Writing Attempt: Dahlia's story (An excerpt of what I wrote today)

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The adolescent screams made Dahlia’s head ache and feet twitch. Why tonight? Dahlia thought. Why the fucktonight?

The girls flanked Dahlia in her bed. On one side: Jackie, so hot her tears evaporated upon escape. On the other: Jillie presenting Architect Barbie with a licorice noose around its neck.

“Girls.” She said. “What in the fuck are you doing?”

“Making her pay!” Jillie snorted.

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I know it's short. But finding the perfect story within a story is hard. I'm trying to let the daughters be their own entity as well as useful tools for the storytelling process. I'm getting there...

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