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Copyright © 2023
Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah
For my dad, who said, “There’s nothing quite like helping someone in need, nothing quite like it.”
2023. Bought on sale for $2.21 on 9/24/25 to read for North Country Gaylaxians in 10/14/25, and because I’ve been intending to read this author, e.g., Friday Black (2018) CLPK.
Opening note at Contents, 4 swipes left or from the drop-down menu.
Micky Wright,
the Criminal Action Penal Entertainment program.
cocaine-white hash marks,
Simile
Loretta Thurwar,”
Thurwar gripped the weapon she’d been given:
the BattleGround,
she started to laugh.
the magnetic implants in her arms
WholeMarket™ logo.
Ewww
Melancholia Bishop’s
survived three years on the Circuit.
rattled by the force of the love that exploded out from the audience.
an impossible power in front of her.
“When I got here, I had two Ms on my back. Two murders.
When I leave, I’ll still just have two. But I had to kill so many more people than that to get here.”
To force-lock her, to silence her, on her freeing day. It was beneath them.
She was playing with her food.
the two women on the BattleGround were alone with their words.
Thurwar knew she’d been spared. She didn’t know why.
She hated herself, an intense, familiar feeling.
For the first time in so long, she wanted to live.
“I played their game. You don’t play it.”
“I’m not dying here,” Thurwar said. A long-smothered part of her emerged.
“I am very tired,” the other woman said. “Do ...
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“I’m not going to let you live. You are going to choose to live.
this god was a woman like her.
Her body remembered, would always remember, how to run with purpose.
a murder song.
Ewww
Thurwar drank the sweet, rich silence of absolute awe.
Come at me, those eyes said. Thurwar obeyed. She ran.
Hamara Stacker
the ocean of voices,
Hamara “Hurricane Staxxx” Stacker
branded with the WholeMarket™ insignia, a bountiful fruit basket.
Thurwar
her scythe, LoveGuile,
one of the other members of the Angola-Hammond Chain-Gang, had killed Sunset Harkless,
A-Hamm,
“You’re on my Chain,” Thurwar said, implicitly emphasizing which one of them was a Colossal.
Wil
he’d recorded the entire All-Stars broadcast even though he was there in the flesh. He’d splurged on the platinum package so he had access to all things Chain-Gang all the time. Even the archives.
The beauty of action-sports, he’d often explained to anyone who didn’t get it, was that everybody had a fighting chance.
