Julie lives in North Texas with her husband who loves her, her dog who adores her, and her cat who tolerates her. When she's not writing or trying to catch stray cats, she works at an academic library. Side Effects May Vary is Julie's debut novel.
This is so vague I love it. The voices you are hearing are real, god is speaking to you. The nation of France needs you. Don your armor, take up arms, lead the French army. This is your destiny, joan. When the flames come for you let them lick your bones and laugh.
As I lay awake in the earliest moments of the morning I thought how believable everything actually was.
Today is trash day, so the first thing I did when I could see well enough in the dawn light was to clean the cat litter. We went through the motions, gathering bathroom trash cans, dumping it all into the bag that goes out to the curb, and recycling, too. Silent, listening only to the coffee maker and the cat complaining. I know, cat, me too.
I am so lucky to get reader email. I say lucky, because it’s sort of incredible that anyone would even take the time to contact me when there is homework to do and children to feed and presidential candidates to make fun of.
That being said, reader email can be all over the place. It ranges from OMG-I-LOVE-YOU-THANK-YOU to DIE-BITCH-DIE. The best conversations usually happen somewhere in between. And yet you might be surprised to know that the reader email that bre
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THE MOON TO MY SUN by Julie Murphy
I swung my leg over Mae’s second story window, steadying myself on her mother’s lattice of vines. Mae followed close behind, yelping as her hand slipped. I reached up to support her, and my hand unavoidably slid up her olive colored pleated skirt. Blush warmed my cheeks, but Mae didn’t even flinch. “Thanks,” she whispered. “Shhh,” I gently urged. “They’re going to wake up.” “Tabby, you know Papa sleep
fucking look at this person
i think i’m a bit in love
Fuck it up!
And you better! I’m so here for this. Move that body boo! Work it!