Nora Novak
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I'm all over the place. But that's my charm, n'est-ce pas?
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The Mark
I wiped my knife off with my mark’s shirt tail, careful not to get any blood on me. I slid the knife back into its sheath and put the sheath in my pack. As I backed out of the room, I looked around one last time. After thirteen years on the job, I’d gotten pretty good at disappearing without leaving any traces, and this time was no exception.
By Nora Novakabout a year ago in Fiction
I Was A Turd
“Dad, where did I come from?” I asked. I was four years old. He paused and looked at the air for a moment, then told me that one day he had been on the toilet and when he got up and was about to flush, he saw something in the water. “What’s this??” he exclaimed as he reached in and pulled me out—a fresh new baby covered in poop. “Then I washed you off and decided to keep you!”
By Nora Novakabout a year ago in Fiction
Gorgeous and Genius
Gorgeous and Genius were, respectively, the ugliest and dumbest set of twins that ever lived. People thought maybe they got mixed up at the hospital because Gorgeous turned out to be pretty darn smart and Genius was so pleasing to the eye that gazers would lose themselves and do embarrassing things like ogle, fall down, or forget how to speak. But their mama insisted that their names were right because “a girl is supposed to be pretty and a boy is supposed to be smart!”
By Nora Novakabout a year ago in Fiction
Flying Leap
“Girl, sit your skinny ass down and put your damn seatbelt on before I call your mama and tell her you still stupid.” I look up. It’s the attractive yet imposing flight attendant that Jim said looked like Viola Davis in The Help. Thank god she didn’t hear him.
By Nora Novakabout a year ago in Fiction
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