Freefall
Feb 29, 2020
2 minutes
NICKI PORTER
Nicki Porter
Once upon a time, I was a child prodigy of bad fiction.
And I mean bad fiction. Awful, wretched, bore-you-to-tears fiction.
My characters were all jaw-droppingly beautiful, with waist-length hair, striking features, and the personality of limp cardboard. They had achingly long conversations about the weather and what they would wear to school that day. They existed in settings
You’re reading a preview, subscribe to read more.
Start your free 30 days