Melanie Sovran Wolfe, Author & Screenwriter

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“A satire that is both empowering and surreal, Professor Hex vs. Texas Men by Melanie Sovran

Wolfe is a deliciously twisted take on the gender inequalities still plaguing a supposedly modern

America.

When a Texas woman is put on trial for the “crime” of a miscarriage, a righteously angry Godhead in disguise delivers an ironic brand of justice for the patriarchal powers that be: pregnancy for the city’s men.

Mythology and modern crises collide in this political parody, taking well-deserved shots at the perennial misogyny of contemporary society. With a searingly incisive cast of characters, a host of hot-button issues to explore, and a satisfying testament to feminine revenge, this novel is a timely sucker punch to the gut of toxic masculinity.” - Self-Publishing Review

Professor Hex Vs Texas Men winner for the Literary Titan Award.

Date TBA….Where Men Stay Silent

“I vow," he began, his voice shaking only slightly, "to honor your independence, to nurture your freedom as fiercely as I protect my own. I vow to serve you, to cherish your desires above my own, and to support your growth in all that you dream of becoming. I will be your partner, but more than that, I will be your servant, your champion, as you lead us forward."

A quiet murmur of approval rippled through the audience, but Lauren barely noticed. Her heart pounded in her chest, her fingers curling slightly into the fabric of her dress. It was as if the entire structure of the world she knew shifted—this man, openly vowing to serve his wife, not just love her, but to place her needs, her autonomy, at the very core of their relationship. It was breathtaking.

The bride’s turn came, her voice steady and unwavering. "I vow," she began, her chin raised high, "to love myself first, so that I may love you fully. I vow to never dim my light, never shrink to fit into spaces too small for me. I will take up space, claim what is mine, and live in a way that honors my worth. You will walk beside me, not in front of me, and I will give you the respect that comes with loving someone who understands my need for freedom. My life is mine to live, and in choosing you, I choose a partner who will celebrate, not control, that freedom."

The words hung heavy in the air, each one a declaration, not just of love, but of defiance against a history that had told women they were meant to serve. Lauren felt a lump in her throat, her palms slightly damp. This wasn’t just a wedding; it was a revolution wrapped in the guise of vows, a reclamation of everything women had been denied.

When the couple kissed, the crowd erupted in applause, the sound filling the glass chapel like a roar of approval. Lauren shot to her feet, clapping with a fervor she hadn’t known was within her. Beside her, Brad remained seated, his fists clenched, his jaw tight. Edward stood, clapping softly, his approval quieter but just as firm.

For a moment, Lauren glanced at Brad, a wave of sadness washing over her. He would never understand this—the freedom, the equality, the joy of it all. But, as she turned her gaze to Edward, she saw something there, in the quiet way he looked at her, that made her heart ache. It wasn’t the same kind of love Brad had shown her. It was respect. The kind that didn't shrink her but allowed her to breathe.