Open the door, for Pete’s sake, because this is real life and it’s the pizza delivery you ordered, not your Prince Charming.
Author Archives: Aly Writes
Ella Minnow Pea (Mark Dunn)
Like vocabulary crack for a linguistic junkie, I defy you to read this book and not learn a new word or several, not to mention the delicious challenge of trying to best Nollop’s own pangram along with the cast of characters.
The Molted Skin of Childhood
He had gone away years before. Away, as in not there, not where Miranda was, not around when she needed him—or someone, anyone—to be in her corner.
Still I Stood
Squeaks and screeches and haunting calls of “who-hoo-oooo” spoke amongst themselves in the language of the night, exclusive food chain negotiations I had no desire to be party to.
It Comes With a Pickle
He gets so sick of those people with their happy lives and their normal jobs on solid ground. He gets so angry when he’s seen by no one, moving state to state leaving no trace, Mr. Inconsequential mattering to nobody nowhere.
Buried Alive
She feels it beating at its cage like desperate fists pounding inside a coffin that’s been closed too soon, buried too soon.
Perfect Buttery Shortbread
You enjoy your shortbread any way you like, ’cause life’s too short to make rules about cookies.
He’s a Catch
He’s clever. He’s handsome. He makes you feel at ease. That’s your Brandon, he’s a catch!
(Tongue) In (Cheek) Memoriam
Those of you who were near and dear to Eleanor are well aware that she aged far beyond her years, and although young-ish on paper, in practice she was senior to us all.
Mismatched
Sylvain was always early
Renee was always late
She did nothing but hurry
He did nothing but wait
Aly Writes 