Adria French
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A mother, wife, photographer, farmer, and avid outdoor enthusiast from Richmond, NH who writes stuff sometimes.
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Bright Light. Content Warning.
You want me to tell you about me? You want me to give you my super sad sob story? A litany of tragic events that led me here, as if you’re going to catch some miniscule detail that none of the others have caught? You could just read the DSM-5 to get the gist. I've got it ALL. My medical record, if printed, would make War and Peace look like a theme park brochure. But, sure, why not- I’ve recited it so much, I’m working on setting it to music. Want me to sing it to you?
By Adria Frenchabout a year ago in Psyche
Strange Attractors
Vienna, Austria- 1908 “Please, Herr Feuerbach. Take just one more look at my portfolio. I can assure you- “ “No. Young man, The Academy of Fine Arts is for artists capable of creating fine art. This is the second and final time I will tell you this so listen carefully. Your application has again been rejected and you will not attend our institution- not now, not ever. Please do as I told you previously and apply to the School of Architecture, or join the military, or learn a useful trade better suited to someone of your caliber. Leave fine art to those with real talent, eh? Now get out of my office and close the door behind you.”
By Adria French4 years ago in Fiction
