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Frosted

Ruby didn’t understand why things kept disappearing. Her hairbrush. The book she was reading. She hadn’t found either of them. It was only she and Ralph in the house. He wouldn’t take those things. What need would Ralph, her husband

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Burned

Russ and Mary stood looking at the smoldering ruin of their home. The fire had started last night in the chimney. There wasn’t much left. It had just been a small frame house. They were in shock and didn’t quite

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The River Chamo

They had spent three days camping by a lazy section of the Rio Chamo in New Mexico below Taos. Leslie and Bill had brought their raft with them. After much reading, they decided that this section of river was suitable

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Bank Heist

We hid under the branches of the old, twisted tree. Crouching so they couldn’t see us. We didn’t think they were chasing us with dogs because we couldn’t hear them bay. If they were, we were already lost. David and

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The Big House

I still walk by the big house behind the fence every day. It’s empty now. My mother lived in that house with her parents and her brother. After I was born, I lived with her, but then I went to

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Friends

John decided to warm up while Carl and Scotty bought their train tickets. The train ran much later tonight, but they had to get their seats. They wanted to entertain the crowd and maybe make a little money while they

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The Moonshiners

“Barney, be quiet, for God’s sake. Don’t alert the whole county that we’re out here,” Lester whispered. “I’m trying, Lester, but the leaves and limbs on this forest floor make noise when you walk on them.” “The moonshine still is

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The Piano Girl

Gracie loved her piano. She started taking piano lessons at four. She could play the classical musicians at seven. At ten, she was an accomplished pianist. She played when she was happy or hurt. She played four hours a day.

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The Windfall

“It’s impossible to get a good price for cattle nowdays, Desiree,” Clint said as he passed through the kitchen. “What’s wrong, honey?” she replied. “I’ve taken all the cattle to Ed Davenport to be evaluated and priced except that one

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Fear of Flying

Violet had never been afraid of flying. She was flying to her new home in South Florida late this afternoon. She was terrified. She had scheduled an appointment with her sleep doctor for something to take the edge off so

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