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When Life Hands You Lemons… (#NaNoWriMo2017)

19 Nov , 2017  

Chapter Six Beau was waiting for me in the school’s lobby. High school teachers don’t have offices, and the lobby at nine o’clock in the morning was more private than the teachers’ lounge. “Let’s get out of here and grab a coffee,” I suggested. Lacey Flowers’ Bakery was just across the street and half a […]

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It’s Not Gossip If It’s True, Right? (#NaNoWriMo2017)

17 Nov , 2017  

Chapter Five The murmuring from the teachers’ lounge was little better than the breathless whispering in the halls. Principal Fricke strode into the room with his usual brusque efficiency, clapped his hands loudly, and called for attention. “Good morning, everyone. I’m sure by now you’ve heard that Mrs. Peters fell ill during fourth period, yesterday, […]

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Rumor Mill (#NaNoWriMo2017)

14 Nov , 2017  

Our Story So Far… If you’re just arriving, you may want to start with the first chapter. Here is a table of contents: Chapter Four The sun streaming through the curtains made my head throb. “Never drink wine on a Tuesday night,” I muttered, rolling out of bed and blindly feeling my way to the […]

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Bats in the Belfry (#NaNoWriMo2017)

13 Nov , 2017  

Our Story So Far… If you’re just arriving, you may want to start with the first chapter. Here is a table of contents: Chapter Three Stewart opened a bottle of Prosecco, filled both our glasses to the rim with golden bubbles, then lifted his in a gesture of salutation. “To best friends,” he said. “Now […]

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Ridiculously Easy (#NaNoWriMo2017)

13 Nov , 2017  

Our Story So Far… If you’re just arriving, you may want to start with the first chapter. Here is a table of contents: Chapter Two I drove up the winding road to my little rustic bungalow in Juniper Woods. The windows were aglow with a warm, amber light.  A shadow crossed behind the sheer curtain. […]

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The Road to Hell (#NaNoWriMo2017)

12 Nov , 2017  

Chapter One Joe Krebs and I stared at one another like two small dogs issuing a half-hearted challenge over an old ham bone buried too long in the mud. Neither of us could win, but it was a way to pass the time. I caught Scotty DeLuca cutting his eyes over at the clock, as […]

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