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From the beginning of spring to the end of fall, Jonathan woke before the sun rose and worked his farm, rain or shine, six days a week. He stopped only to eat his lunch under an ancient oak tree. The tree, at the tallest point of his farm, provided an unobstructed view for miles. He …
The wind swept rain stung my face as I peddled into the downpour, my glasses obscured by the lashing water and my clothes weighed down by the bitter March rain. I craved to look at my watch for the encouragement it would provide that I would make it on time, but I recognized the slightest …
Approaching the fence warily, Alison wasn't quite sure what she'd find on the other side. In her fifty years of living in that house, she'd seen plenty of neighbors come and go, some of whom she'd loved, others she was happy to see the back of, and some she'd never gotten to know at all. …
The Storyteller 350 Challenge 1/2/21 The Card As she took a deep breath and looked deeply into my eyes, her crooked smile conveyed a sense of determination. The SD card in her hand was a weapon that could destroy my world as I knew it, and she had every intention of using it to her …
Tate Basildon 