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Sinful

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Wake up you lazy maggots. You have work to do." Miss Hare's rusty voice was all I could hear as I awoke. I stumbled to my feet. It took me about two painful minutes to get up and stroll over to Alison. The floor felt cold against my bare feet and the sleeveless shirt that was wrapped around my torso did nothing to keep out the cold. Nerveless, the shorts that were sticking to my skin by years of old blood. The scars on my skin looked red and were still recuperating from a lifetime of being beaten. The small cuts on my clothes did nothing to help the open wounds that got infected little by little. I had tried to heal them by stitching them together, but it only lasted so long. I had successfully stopped the majority of the wounds to stop bleeding. Some I even managed to heal with no apparent sign of infection. "Move. Those roses aren't going to cut themselves."All Rights Reserved

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A Series of Embarrassing Monsters: The Misadventures of Evangeline

Abandoned by the famous novelist who gave birth to her, Evangeline is being raised in a trailer park by a scruffy cat who smells like burnt toast, and the wind-up chambermaid (with key and torsion spring built-in) who found her in a laundry hamper. The teen years of a misunderstood artistic genius are tough. Her dreams of becoming a writer got quashed in infancy, and she only manages to earn a few crumbs of approval after she pivots to ballet. Too bad they come from Miskomin, the cheeky liar who lives a few doors down. As Evangeline's adolescence unfolds, the appearance of an unexpected competitor erodes her burgeoning self-confidence, and a predatory artistic director attempts to rewrite her entire world. Her desperate reactions to these influences and her subsequent return to storytelling bring her inner demons to life. Literally. Eager to master herself, Evangeline tackles a series of monsters, operates a murderous sewing machine, and befriends a sentient doll. Her misadventures help unearth latent abilities and force her relationship with neighbour and frenemy, Miskomin, to undergo a surprising evolution. As her creative journey unfolds, Evangeline gains the understanding and experience she needs to face the final boss: Herself. Will she learn to look beyond the artist she wants to be and accept the person she is? *I'm writing this novel as I go. This is a rough draft. I update every Friday evening Eastern Time. **Note regarding chapter images: AI is devastating the environment. Instead of continuing to use it to generate chapter images, I thought it would be fun to instead post non-ai images created by fans and digital artists eager to promote their work. Interested in contributing? Contact me via Discord: bjorkobirka. Artwork will be credited to the artist, and I can share the artist's contact information if desired. PG images only. Thank you!! I very much hope this story finds the readers it resonates with. Shout-out to my fellow weirdos!! Happy reading!