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Summer NaNo: Excerpt (Leonie Hallward and the Secession of Greenwich Village)

Needless to say, I didn’t finish my Summer NaNo in June, due to the disruptions of preparing Erika and the Vampire for publication. The target was 50,000 words in thirty days; I managed about 16,500 words of Leonie Hallward and the Secession of … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 22 July 2012 (Erika and the Vampire)

The window was a one-way mirror; those outside could see in, but all Erika could see was darkness. At home, they kept the blinds drawn at this time of night.  Outside that window was the back yard of the little … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 15 July 2012 (Erika and the Vampire)

Erika didn’t bother saying that Annabelle always came crying to her afterward. She never said, “I told you so,” even though she had been right every time: about the sleazy older man who’d said he was a record company executive … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 8 July 2012 (Erika and the Vampire)

Erika said in a low tone, “I think the wannabe vampires just cover for the real ones. Stupid to make yourself a target.” Max nodded. “But the Shifters…” “I’m not sure I ever met any Shifter.” Even in the lunchroom, … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 1 July 2012 (Erika and the Vampire)

Erika stared–no, you couldn’t stare down one of those, but she wouldn’t look away. “If you can’t run, then make them think the fight’s not worth it.” And her mother would reproach her for finding herself in stupid danger, but … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 24 June 2012 (Erika and the Vampire)

The football players made faces at Erika and her friends, but didn’t say anything. A good day, when they didn’t say anything, when fag and freak and the n-word didn’t follow them like the greasy wash of a barge leaking … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 17 June 2012 (Erika and the Vampire)

They were at the hole with post-earthquake highway, and Erika stood on the higher level, and tapped the ball lightly with her club. You had to hit it just so, and it would jump, and then ricochet off the upturned … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 10 June 2012 (Erika and the Vampire)

In the blue hour before full darkness and curfew, Annabelle and her current boyfriend and his friend walked along the path to the miniature golf course, under colored lights on strings like a Christmas-tree lot; the plaster creatures and landscape … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 3 June 2012 (Erika and the Vampire)

“We saw it and then we got called away.”  What she didn’t say: “You be careful. Night’s no time to be out.” Erika had overheard enough about those burnings, and they were girls her age, sometimes boys but more often … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 27 May 2012 (The Reincarnations of Miss Anne)

And so in the fullness of time it came to pass that Elsa got her transport, thanks to the chatty young officer in charge of the deportations, and she got her pass to the Jewish quarter, and help with hauling … Continue reading

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