Synopsis

“She said to me, she said, do you like girls, and I said, they’re more fun than boys.”

You want to hear a story about a poor little girl who just won’t let life drag her down, no matter what? Who keeps persisting, again and again, to find happiness and kittens at every turn? I don’t care. No, this book is about me, and how she ruined my life. I didn’t know this at first but that damn girl just kept showing her face, taunting me. This is my book. She’s a bitch.

But she’s not a bitch, because she’s perfect. This is a story about Tillie and the people who love her. A psychological drama about how a love triangle violently degenerates after sex has been added to the equation. But I’m the most important; after all, I made her what she is today.

Disclaimer: nkr has consistently said that writing is cathartic to her, that she uses it to exorcise her emotional hangups. This one was a biggie. You’ve been warned.

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Excerpt

Who was Tillie’s audience this time? Turning around, Kane saw Dominic coming into the food court; crap, he didn’t need this; didn’t he get enough of the guy at school? Only…, well, Dominic could be useful, Kane acknowledged as he nodded at him in recognition.

“Stay here, Till, okay? I’m just going to go say ‘Hi’ to Dominic.” He might… Dominic might be able to lock onto something that Kane wasn’t seeing.

“Hey, your dad’s like a therapist or something, right? So you probably hear all about crazy shit, right?” Kane asked after approaching through the sea of people, or whatever little corny thing Tillie would’ve described it as. It wasn’t really accurate, either; the mall was dead. It’d be a good mall for a zombie game, though. Would the big, empty corner store be a good thing or a hindrance during a zombie attack? Depends on if he could find a way in, and also if they couldn’t.

“Well, whatever,” Kane replied in response to whatever Dom’s dad actually did; he was almost sure there was an ‘ology’ in there, “come say ‘Hi’ to Till.” Kane turned around to go back to the little table where he had left her sitting, only he almost bumped into her.

“Hi!” she crowed, then bounced to hug Dominic, who put his arms around her fairly reluctantly after checking with Kane. Tillie and Dominic didn’t really go in the same crowds in high school, so they probably hadn’t even spoken much prior to this, but it was fairly obvious this was a different variation of the girl who used to pretend she was in 13th grade just to have something to lord over the other students.

“I had a really, really hard time falling asleep, because of my mom,” she started explaining when Kane prompted her. “She just kept talking about it, and I didn’t feel good. Achy, like being sick. I hate being sick!”

“Yeah, I hate being sick, too,” Dominic agreed with a nod, then to Kane, he asked, “Does her mom think anything is weird?”

“No, not really. She’s getting along better with her now,” Kane tried to slip in, but Tillie started yelling over him.

“But I didn’t want to talk! I had a sheet pile on the couch. I wanted to keep laying down, but my mom let Kane in like normal. He didn’t get it!” she whined in a plea toward Dominic. “I… I wanted… I wanted the yucky feelings to go away; they hurt!”

“I don’t know, man,” Dom offered quietly in an aside, “do you want me to text my dad, anyway? I mean… He’s… He’s smart. Kinda… unlike her, now…”

“No!” Kane hissed as Tillie latched onto his arm and started swinging it. He didn’t… There was… There was nothing wrong with her. Maybe it was just a game.

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He needed to do this; the last possibility entertained for insemination wasn’t a viable option for any real longevity. Not that he had ever expected her to be, considering how they met.

“Well,” Johnathan said into the waiting, unacceptable, void in the conversation with Jess, “I wanted to know if you wanted to grab dinner tonight and go for a round of mini-golf.” The dating process just didn’t make any sense; shouldn’t he know at the start if it wasn’t a suitable match? If it didn’t work out with any previous girl, then he obviously knew he couldn’t continue with it, so there was no problem with looking again quickly. He was supposed to be picking the right girl and thus needed options. He definitely wouldn’t question Papa’s judgment about being open to other options; learn from your betters and all that.

“Oh. Um, sure,” Jess finally replied. Yeah, not surprising she said yes; they always say yes, at least at first. Johnathan had dated the same girl for a few years at the end of his high school career, despite knowing that the football players, even the ones who had already graduated, could have their pick if only they wanted a different one. He had thought that Blake was the right one, even though it was eventually proven to him that he had been inaccurate and hasty in decision-making; that was the only reason it had lasted a few years, and while it had truly been disheartening to learn how easily she could be swayed, he had been warned. Papa just knows better.

About the Author

Nkr started putting stories down in college, due to the necessity of finishing a major, though she began writing in the 6th grade, with an attempted sonnet idealizing the night and owls. The genre that she vastly prefers to write in currently is psychological drama.

Her first novel, Just One More Day, was started because of frustration at homosexuality being looked down upon, so the main character is gay.

Her second novel, Claims, began from an incident in her teenage years, though the story itself is definitely fiction.

She’s constantly jotting down notes for current or future characters, much to the confusion of any bosses she’s had, and always seems to have three or four stories on the back burner, at least until one character proves dominance.