Writer, sometimes gainfully so. Student. Epilepsy survivor. Survivor of a few other things. I like to write about cycles, raw pain, and confrontation. I'm not about descriptions of meadows or food. Please take a look around.
" Jackie wondered if she was cursed, paralyzed with her father’s ideals of helpless love and her mother’s bitterness. Arsenal hadn’t meant to, but she had come and been born and ruined Jackie’s life. It hadn’t been quick, like getting a limb cut off. The effects of her birth spread like gangrene. Unpredictable side effects started to make themselves apparent. "
" Every one-story Plano house looked just like any other one-story Plano house. They each had these nonsensical brick wings on the side, some kind of faux-privacy fence, and tall skinny windows, and a recessed front door right in the middle to split the house in two. They were all symmetrical. Whoever designed this, whoever built this, could have just held a mirror up to half of one Plano house and created the whole house, and held a mirror to that and created a second one, and on and on to create the whole neighborhood. Suddenly Vu was afraid that she was in this palace of mirrors, searching for the real half-Plano house. Every other house would just have a reflection of her family, a reflection of food. Vita herself could be a reflection, she was certainly thin enough to be. "
" Marco had a lot of things he wanted to achieve, with the end goal being the destruction, or at least the complete reconstruction, of the world. First, Marco wanted to restart the communist revolution. He said he could infiltrate the government, if he wanted to. He didn’t believe in God but he thought abortion was wrong. He knew some people should be killed, and he should have the ability to decide who those people were. "