Ben H.
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The Visitation
In the corner of my backyard there is a beautiful Rose of Sharon bush. The sight and scent bring me great pleasure. At some point flowers ...
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The lights beckoned her out. She knew the warnings. “Marie, good girls don’t venture out at night,” she had heard every evening growing...
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Instructors Note: This is an exercise in adaptation of a sort, an experiment to see if it is true, as I believe, that all good stories are...
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Yes! The Little Things Are Infinitely the Most Important My father had three sisters and two brothers. The youngest was nam...
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