A graduate student with only an imagination and a keyboard.
“There is no way, on God’s green earth, that you really speak eight different languages.” Marigold, 24, half-baked liar and expert swearer in said eight languages, rolls her eyes so hard that one of them twitches.
By Ebony Verre11 months ago in History
My father could not have genuinely been my father until he realized that his pride could not be the currency for my affection.
By Ebony Verre11 months ago in Men
Playing “Wed, Bed, Behead” in the middle of the American Regionalism exhibit has to be the second most ridiculous thing Ilissa has heard all morning.
By Ebony Verre11 months ago in Art
“Good thieves don’t get caught.” These are the exact words that master thief Blondie Heart says to Feris only minutes before the guardsman rounds the corner.
By Ebony Verre11 months ago in Fiction