From St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves by Karen Russell.:
“My older sister has entire kingdoms inside of her, and some of them are only accessible at certain seasons, in certain kinds of weather. One such melting occurs in summer rain, at midnight, during the vine-green breathing time right before sleep. You have to ask the right question, throw the right rope bridge, to get there – and bolt across the chasm between you, before your bridge collapses.”
That’s pretty good. Should be on page 1, dammit! reminds me of (ow!) something I wrote back in the day.
That’s pretty good. Should be on page 1, dammit! reminds me of (ow!) something I wrote back in the day.
Neat. Glad you’re reading it. What do you think?
The first short story was really interesting and then didn’t feel like it went much of anywhere. The ending left me perplexed.
But I’m into it and will try to hit a short story on my lunch breaks.
The first short story was really interesting and then didn’t feel like it went much of anywhere. The ending left me perplexed.
But I’m into it and will try to hit a short story on my lunch breaks.
Neat. Glad you’re reading it. What do you think?