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(Find previous chapters and a description of the project here.) It is Sunday. Her boys sit with her in their normal spot, fourth pew, left side. She takes the middle so no one has to ask her to scoot in. She passes Brett and Finn peppermints. They are too old now to be bribed this
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(Find chapter 1 and a description of the project here.) It is 1:07 am and she cannot sleep. Her body is begging for rest, but her thoughts will not turn down the volume. When she closes her eyes, all she can see is the dark blue cross in the test result window. So, she keeps
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(Before reading this chapter, you may want to read a description of the project here.) It is Tuesday. Tuesday is when he comes to see her. She has opened the front door, leaving only the glass storm door between her anticipation and his arrival. When he comes, she knows he will not knock. He will
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I have wanted to be a writer for nearly all my life. In fifth grade, I had a hardback notebook full of beautiful lined paper with a white wolf on the cover. I wrote poems in it when I couldn’t sleep. In middle school, I filled notebooks with pieces of stories that I never finished
The Quick and the Dead
Short stories. Creative experiments. Ideas that might not pan out.
The Quick and the Dead 