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I make monsters. Follow me to see what comes out... Imagine a girl who carries a severed finger in her pocket, or a woman who makes monsters from pieces of people. What if you saw a tiny woman sitting perfectly still, perfectly dressed. She opens her lunch box and starts to eat something. It is red, with white corn like pieces on the top. As your eyes focus, you see she is eating a piece of someone's jaw. And, the corn pieces are teeth. Monsters... they are everywhere.
About Me
- Linda Scarlett
- I never knew I could be a writer. I never knew it was possible. Then, one day I became one.
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