457 pages of absolute tomfoolery and badassery, all to the end of staying alive. It is with great pride and excitement that I announce the completion and release of my first independently written major work: "Alacrity". When I was young and my father was planning the purchase of a sailboat, he sat everyone in the... Continue Reading →
In her fearless and often shamelessly dark humor, Skye presents the paradox of the voiceless child in her own ordeal and demonstrates how even the best studied of places can hide terrible practices.
"I didn't stop to look as I quickly scooped another rock and pulled my arm back to heave it into his smug face. A hand closed around my wrist- it was Summer."
In spite of the open door and my nakedness, I wasn't going to look weak. I held her gaze. These people weren't going to break me after all I had already been through.
I had it down to the perfect science. My game was to play adorable and get everyone to want to protect me. I was doing well. I called for a smoke break and we all filed out. Cisco pressed his body hard against mine into a corner. What was he doing?!
I had triumphed over sadistic staff members, beaten grave illness and stood up to my father in these clothes, but as I removed them, I saw them for what they were: rags.