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Madye Stromboli
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“He closed his eyes. For a moment he wondered why it seemed that everything was happening to him lately. As if some revenging power had taken roost in the house, pouring a savage life into inanimate things. Threatening him. But the thought was his a faceless, passing figure in the crushing horde of thoughts that mobbed past his mind’s eye; seen but not appreciated.”
— Feb 11, 2026 08:03PM
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Madye Stromboli
is on page 244 of 317
“You don’t seem to realize what I’ve lost.
…I had hopes, oh God, what hopes I had. I was going to write prose to make the people sit up and gasp. I was going to tell them things they needed badly to know. I was going to tell them in so entertaining a way that they would never realize that the truth was getting to them. I was going to create immortal works.
Now when I die, I shall only be dead.”
— Feb 11, 2026 07:59PM
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…I had hopes, oh God, what hopes I had. I was going to write prose to make the people sit up and gasp. I was going to tell them things they needed badly to know. I was going to tell them in so entertaining a way that they would never realize that the truth was getting to them. I was going to create immortal works.
Now when I die, I shall only be dead.”
Madye Stromboli
is on page 237 of 317
“And time passed. It flew by faster and faster, seeming to single him out for highest punishment. He — a ma who had begun to value times neurotically that it over balanced his life and made him sick to think of its passing.”
— Feb 10, 2026 05:24AM
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Madye Stromboli
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“Quiet is here and all in me.”
“But the anger is still there, apart. Energy is never lost; a primal law.”
“Her husband is beyond himself. Her husband is shooting poison through his arteries. Her husband is releasing another cloud of animal temper. It is mist that clings. It hangs over the furniture, drips from the walls.
It is alive.”
— Feb 09, 2026 07:32PM
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“But the anger is still there, apart. Energy is never lost; a primal law.”
“Her husband is beyond himself. Her husband is shooting poison through his arteries. Her husband is releasing another cloud of animal temper. It is mist that clings. It hangs over the furniture, drips from the walls.
It is alive.”











