Writing & Brainstorming a NovMo Project

Thriller ○ Drama ○ Unreliable narrator

Thriller ○ Drama ○ Unreliable narrator

Rain clings stubbornly to the immaculate glass, orange-blue threads in the dim morning light. Jupiter sits cross-legged on the covers, her chin tilting toward the window. A strand of hair slips free and tickles her cheek. Secrets. The drops on the window remind her of secrets - circling, slipping and always leaving a stain behind.
Roxanne wrote:One moment, I have to go wash the dishes right now





