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I love this world you created! Special shout-out to my street team, The Probst Posse. You guys helped me create Connor's story and it was a beautiful team effort. I love brainstorming with you guys! Here's a few specific names to thank for their specific suggestions I incorporated into the book!
I studied philosophy, poetry, history, the occult, and the art and science of love and magic. I had a vast library at my father's home and collected thousands of volumes of fantastic tales. I learned all about ancient races and bygone times.
About myths and legends and dreams of all people through the millennium. And the more I read the stronger my imagination grew until I discovered that I was able to travel into the stories I wish I could say that I listened to my teacher and respected my gift, as I ought to have. If I had, I would not be telling you this tale now.
But I was foolhardy and confused, showing off with bravery. One afternoon, curious about the myth of the Arabian Nights, I traveled back to ancient Persia to see for myself if it was true that every day Shahryar Persian: It was written and I had read, that by the time he met Scheherazade, the vizier's daughter, he'd killed one thousand women.
Something went wrong with my efforts. I arrived in the midst of the story and somehow exchanged places with Scheherazade - a phenomena that had never occurred before and that still to this day, I cannot explain. Now I am trapped in that ancient past. I have taken on Scheherazade's life and the only way I can protect myself and stay alive is to do what she did to protect herself and stay alive.
Every night the King calls for me and listens as I spin tales. And when the evening ends and dawn breaks, I stop at a point that leaves him breathless and yearning for more. And so the King spares my life for one more day, so that he might hear the rest of my dark tale. As soon as I finish a story I begin a new one Chapter One "A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction"--Virginia Woolf Connor Adam Dunkle stared at the paper.
The circled letter mocked him in bright red, and with a false merriness that his professor probably relished. A big fat F.
His gaze scanned the bleeding type scrawl filled with unknown marks, initials, and cross outs. At the end, two sentences were written in elegant cursive they didn't teach in school any longer.
Deduction of two letter grades for lateness. Overall, a poorly thought, shallow type paper with nothing to back up the opinion via the text.
Connor Dunkle studied the woman who was his last obstacle blocking him from getting his needed degree. Professor Ella Blake. If he'd ever created an image of a spinster librarian, this woman would have been his inspiration.
From her drab, baggy fitting clothes, to the black glasses hiding most of her features, she practically faded into the background. Her hair was twisted up into a tight bun, giving her face a bit of a pinched look.
Her gray sweater and black trousers did nothing for her figure, or her skin tone. The only brightness in her entire collage was a slash of red-orange lipstick, which became so garish with her olive skin, it literally made an onlooker jerk back. I suggest better preparation is in order to pass this class.
Our first exam is Friday and there will be another paper due shortly. Please make sure you refer to the syllabus for due dates. I do not appreciate or reward lateness. He'd deliberately approached her last week and explained his grueling schedule. With his demanding workload and ambitious course work, he'd specifically asked Professor Blake for an extension on the paper. Hadn't she agreed?
It had taken him a lot to register for college at thirty-eight years old, but he had his eye on a management position at Bilkins Construction, and he was determined to change his life.
He'd taken extra courses and jammed in a four-year degree into two. Finally, graduation loomed before him, but he'd put off fulfilling his last course requirement of Composition Of course, now he ended up with a sexually frustrated teacher focused on feminist literature to make excuses for her own lack of a love life. I'd like to hear thoughts on The Yellow Wallpaper.
What do you think made the story so popular? What was the writer really trying to tell us? He'd fix it. He'd be extra nice and charming and give her some needed male attention. Maybe she'd forgotten, and he'd just remind her, they'd laugh about it, and he'd get a damn C. Professor Blake paced the front of the room in her usual black boots that made no sound. He wondered if she ever wore stilettos.
Probably didn't know what they were. She preferred shoes with no sex appeal, no heel, and no sense of fun. What type of underwear did she wear to match those awful outfits? Probably cotton. Maybe even granny panties in plain white. She was staring at him with a focused expression that almost made him blush.
Of course, she had no clue he'd been wondering about the look of her panties.
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He gave her an easy grin that usually charmed women within a few seconds. He hadn't understood the end. Hell, he hadn't understood much of it and daydreaming in class wasn't helping him. He kept the grin and nodded. Sounded good. She tapped her finger against her orange-red lips and leaned against the side of the desk.
Tell me more.
He tried not to sweat and frowned, as if thinking hard, and tried to download time. He waited for her to move on to someone else, but instead she actually walked up the aisle to his seat. Sweat pricked his forehead. He hadn't felt this put on the spot since high school. Why don't you tell me exactly what you feel the story is about? Up close, her dull brown eyes glinted with flecks of gold-green, pulling an observer in.
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Her face seemed expressionless but Connor caught the challenge in her gaze-the knowledge he had no clue what he was talking about, and she was going in for the kill. Who would've thought a drab English professor could be so ruthless?
He regrouped and assessed the situation. Tilting his head, he stared right back, refusing to back down.
It was a big whine fest of a character trapped in a room, obsessed with the wallpaper but not enough guts to get herself out of the situation. That's what I thought about the story. He waited for her attack, knowing he'd challenged her in class, which was her natural terrain. Still, Connor didn't care. That story sucked and it was a relief to admit it. A small smile touched her lips. He grinned. By a reader who has no desire to try and follow the writer or do more than lazily lay back and wait for the car wrecks, or sex scene, or shootout.
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