Fugues Fiction Archive

“What a cruel fate to hate the way you look. To despise the mudded, rusty hair, the brittle-cool gaze, the ivory skin — you’re not beautiful when you’re just an imitation of the almighty Her. A pale carbon-copy. A flawed mirror image. When it gets too bad, I take a swing at myself. ” (51 K)

Meredith, ”SHOW OF STRENGTH”