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first of her name, queen of the strays, breaker of car engines and many a wine glass, earthquake born (seriously), and mother of too many animals.

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I feel like we’ve been growing apart…

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She was the most complicated, infuriating person I'd ever met, but I loved her anyway.

She'd always been pale, but with rosy undertones. Not so pale she was blue. But I guessed that tended to happenwhen someone sliced your throat open.

She didn_t know what sad was, what it entailed. Sad couldn_t capture it. I was looking at sad in the rearview mirror. Sad was a city I lived in once. I_d give anything to get out o

I'd think how I always wanted to remember her that way, me walking in on her accidental beauty.

I loved her, she'd said she'd loved me, but now she was dead, that was the end of our story. I should close the book and burn it in a funeral pyre.

It was a transformative thing, death. I had no idea who I'd be without Carissa, or if I'd even want to know who I'd become.

Grief wasn_t a light switch you could turn on or off; it came and went as it pleased, didn_t need an invitation or excuse to gate-crash. But how did you go about explaining that to a

He was right, I was happier, but a part of me didn_t trust this new happiness, not really. I didn_t believe in it, I couldn_t submerge myself fully the way Carissa would in a hot b

Life is made up of moments. Some are extraordinary while others are soul-sucking, and I_d had plenty of both to sift through as I stood in that lobby.

December 5, 2017 LTLeave a comment

Burning September Free 10/16 – 10/19

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October 16, 2017 LTLeave a comment

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Burning September

by Melissa Simonson

Giveaway ends October 31, 2016.
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September 20, 2016June 13, 2017 LTLeave a comment

Available for pre-order!

September 2, 2016October 2, 2017 LT1 Comment

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Our heritage was hazy, acolorless fog, a few stories Caroline once told me and promptly recanted.

How would I paint this new Caroline-less era-Maybe in smoky red moons, pale blue scrubs, wildfire lies,pearl-rimmed tarot cards,Mexican Day of the Dead masks. (1)

He was lucky I had none of Caroline's talents.There were no rocks atmy feet for him to crash and burn on.

I had every reason to lie, he said, and we both knew it. But he didn't knoweverything I knew.

The silences weresuffocating, like a bomb site, and everywhereI looked, something reminded me of Caroline.

Don't apologize for being angry. Never apologize, never give reasons. Only losers do that. (1)

Her hatred glitteredlike russian vodka, irresistible and lethal in largedoses.

I was tired of being her blank canvas, waitingfor her to fill me in. What was I, some compactpurse mirror she likedto look into-

Did she know he was inside the house- They'll sometimes ask. Of course not, I always reply. She had nothing to dowith that fire, but she did.

I wasn't a siren like her. Nobody had to chainthemselves to themast around me. (1)

We need men like we need lobotomies, she'd said, once upon a humidmidnight. (1)

She'd always been an expert at apologies,blurring lines, pulling white rabbitsout of hats. (1)

I hadn’t been afraid of the water. I was afraid she wouldn’t be there when I came up for air, the same way I’d hated the carousel she’d try to get me on, no matter the fact that she’d found me the best ride, a unicorn w

Sure, she was sweet.Sweet like Antifreeze.

August 16, 2016August 22, 2016 LTLeave a comment

New Release!

Burning (5)

Coming September, 2016

August 12, 2016October 2, 2017 LTLeave a comment

You need any help, Mommy?

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I’ve just realized how often my brood of animals get in the way of every day life. Continue reading “You need any help, Mommy?” →

May 26, 2016October 2, 2017 LTLeave a comment

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