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   excerpt of a writing assignment submitted by lenora molloy, for a personal essay in 2012. currently stashed in a folio in her apartment, half-crumpled, she wrote it for her junior year english class. the teacher would later pass it to the school counselor who would attempt to arrange a meeting with her father. when lenora was withdrawn from school later that year, it would be included in the general effects of hers alongside half a pack of chewing gum from her locker and a worn out copy of a john green novel. only the first two pages are here, as the rest was lost in some move. it's written in a glitter gel pen that she got points taken off for, as she was asked to write in black or blue.
The first dead body I ever saw was my motherâs. My grandmother died three years before she did, and I was so nervous about it then. My mother had braided my hair in the way Grams had liked it, even though it was for little girls. Dad showed up. They were still married, then. I wore a black dress that was two sizes too small, but Mom had me put on one of those horrible boleros that was popular then. We could have bought a new one, but it was summer, and who wants to wear a funeral dress again? Then we drove to the funeral home and by the time we got there I was shaking so hard I couldnât get out. I could see Dad getting frustrated, but in the way adults get frustrated at kids, with a very specific âI get it, but can you just shut the fuck up and get it over with, weâve all been through thisâ look to it. Mom had me do the whole five things you can see, four you can touch - I can never remember the order. It turned out that Grams had been cremated. There was just a box, at the front, for everybody to look sad at.
It didnât help, really. Because I asked, like a kid does, what was cremation and what was in the box? And Dad told me, because Mom had gone to talk to my aunts. Then all I could think of was burning forever and ever. Not like hell, because I didnât - donât - believe in that. Mom and Dad were too enlightened and educated for all that. But I imagined Grams, trapped in a little furnace. What if theyâd got it wrong? What if she hadnât been dead then, but got all burnt up now? I had nightmares for weeks about it, and Mom let me sleep in her bed. Dad slept on the couch, but heâd been doing that for a year by then.
Mom was different, because she always was, even dead. Thatâs what I loved about her. I didn't love this, though. They didnât burn her. They flushed her out, stuffed her, and used the wrong shade of foundation to fix the way the glass had cut up her face when the car had smashed into the tree. Weâd have had matching scars, if she lived long enough for it to scar. Now I just have a little nick on my cheek, and sheâs got a headstone. Maybe if she'd let me sit in the front seat like I wanted to, we'd match that way.
   I did get a new dress for her funeral. My sister took me shopping. Half-sister, but we only bring that up when we're fighting. We weren't, then. She came home from college and she and her perfect-haired boyfriend took me to the mall, like it was back to school shopping or something. I just picked the first thing that fit. My aunt came over to do my hair the way Mom liked, which was the way I liked it. When we got to the funeral home, I think Dad was scared I'd do it again: the shaking, the crying. I could see it, just like before, except he was all tensed up and he couldn't look at me. That was okay. I didn't look at him either. I picked five different things I could see, and decided none of them would be him.
   I made it all the way down the aisle to look at her without crying or shaking. I even looked at the way they fucked up her foundation. I stood there while everybody walked by and took my hand. It reminded me of when people pick up something gross: nobody wanted to linger too long, like the death would rub off.
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Send one of the following prompts for my muse to reach out affectionately to yours !
Feel free to combine them ( example: send [ brush ] + [ push ] for my muse to brush the loose strand of your museâs hair our of their face and then push it behind your museâs ear ), reverse them ( example: send [ reverse + caress ] for your muse to caress my museâs cheek ) and/or add details.
[ brush ] - to brush the hair out of your museâs face / eyes / forehead
[ push ] - to push the loose strand of your museâs hair behind your museâs ear
[ caress ] - to caress your museâs cheek
[ tilt ] - to tilt your museâs chin gently to prompt them to make eye contact with my muse
[ curl ] - to curl my museâs fingers under your museâs chin while resting a thumb on their cheek, not quite tilting but just⌠holding
[ cup ] - to cup your museâs face with my museâs hands
[ place ] - to place my museâs hand over your museâs hand where itâs placed on my museâs cheek
[ boop ] - to boop your muse on the nose
[ Eskimo ] - to brush my museâs nose against your museâs nose as in Eskimo kiss
[ nose ] - to kiss your muse on the nose
[ palm ] - to kiss your muse on the palm
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[ lips ] - to kiss your muse softly on the lips
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[ pepper ] - to pepper your museâs face with kisses
[ eyes ] - to kiss your museâs closed eyelids
[ tears ] - to kiss away your museâs tears
[ wipe ] - to wipe away your museâs tears
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[ hair ] - to place lots of short, sweet, messy little kisses to the crown of your museâs hair
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[ tickle ] - to tickle your muse
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[ shoulders ] - to wrap my museâs arm around your museâs shoulders
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[ snuggle ] - to snuggle to your museâs side
[ support ] - to support your muse with an arm around their waist
[ lift ] - to lift your muse up in my museâs arms
[ trace ] - to trace your museâs scar/s with the softest press of my museâs fingertips
[ ask ] - to ask your muse about their scar/s
[ scar ] - to kiss your museâs scar/s
[ back ] - to hug your muse from behind
[ rest ] - to hug your muse from behind and rest my museâs cheek against your museâs back / shoulder
[ rock ] - to hold your muse and rock gently from side to side
[ tuck ] - to tuck your muse against my museâs chest, covering them with the front parts of my museâs jacket / coat, in order to keep them warm
[ head ] - to rest my museâs head on your museâs shoulder
[ cover ]Â to cover your muse with a blanket / jacket / coat when theyâre lying down
[ drape ] - to drape a blanket / jacket / coat over your museâs shoulders
[ jewelry ] - to put a piece of jewelry around your museâs neck
[ tie ] - to help your muse do their tie
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[ drink ] - to help your muse drink
[ pull ] - to pull your muse down to sit on my museâs lap
[ bed ] - to push or pull your muse back on the bed when they try to get up
[ lap ] - to place my museâs head on your museâs lap
[ guide ] - to guide your muse to place their head on my museâs lap
[ hide ] - to guide your muse to hide their face on my museâs chest
[ help ] - to give your muse a hand when theyâre stepping up or over something
[ touch ] - to touch the back of my museâs hand to the back of your museâs hand as if inviting to hold hands
[ thumb ] - to run my museâs thumb over your museâs thumb while holding hands
[ hold ] - to hold your museâs hand and interlace our museâs fingers
[ fingers ] - to play with your museâs fingers absent-mindedly
[ nails ] - to tidy your museâs nails and/or do a manicure
[ makeup ] - to help your muse put on their makeup
[ shapes ] - to trace imaginary shapes on your museâs skin
[ pain ] - to kiss your muse where it hurts to soothe their pain
[ heartbeat ] - to place my museâs head upon your museâs chest, right over their heart, to listen to its beat
sybelle isnât very touchy but i do think when she is sheâs a head in lap head on shoulder or very gently resting her pinky finger on your hand person
i Also know that lenora has a copy of adult children of emotionally immature parents

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oh lenora molloy i know you hit the âand still nobody wants meâ *clap-clap* of mitskyâs nobody so good
CAILEE SPAENY Photographed by Richie Lee Davis for Interview Magazine, December 2025
thinking about the part of carmilla where laura gets hit so hard by the victorian morals that she starts going âwell maybe carmilla is speaking to me of love bc sheâs actually a suitor whoâs fallen in love with me and dressed up like a woman to get closeâ
lenora but the first time a therapist asked âwhere do you feel that in your bodyâ she got so mad she didnât go back for three years
iâve said it before but itâs on my mind again another Funny (Awful?) thing about lenora Not Knowing about the reality of vampires is that she did read the book and came away going âdid that fucker use me as inspiration for a murderous immortal fourteen year old to make himself feel better about being a shit dadâ and like under any other circumstance in any other world she might be right but here she is. not quite lmao

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lenora molloy: 2005 vs. 2025
i want everyone to know that any arguments/hostility with people who are around lenora's dad (pre her finding out that vampires are actually real) always have an undercurrent of "are you fucking my dad" but it's not because she's against her dad fucking guys it's because her dad is 70-something and all the guys she's meeting are (as far as she can tell) younger and also seem to be involved in drugs
   the last time lenora actually saw her father in person was in the 2021. she was living in new york city, working one of those contact-tracing call-lines and playing house with her then-girlfriend.
tw for drug use, overdose mention under the cut.
in general i think so long as she makes it to her first half century, sybelle might be able to make it an eternity. but that first half century is gonna be rough on her
gathering up my drafts vs pre-tva sybelle and benji drabble vs sybelle snacking on a youth pastor drabble

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swift to its close ebbs out life's little day earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away change and decay in all around i see o thou who changest not, abide with me
perhaps controversial but i do think fox was already being physically abusive with sybelle even before the car crash