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Thank you 🙏🏼
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Thank you!! As always appreciate your insight 🙏🏼
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SOPHIE “India, let’s go!” Sophie yelled out over the soccer field. The brown-haired girl’s head snapped back with precision. She ran over to the coach, whispered something in his ear, then broke into a slow jog towards the blonde. “Take your time, why don’t you,” Sophie scolded her, checking to see if anyone was listening. “Stop overreacting. It’s making you look guilty,” India scoffed, and the two girls walked hurriedly away from the pitch. “Where are we meeting them?” India asked
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DALTON When the sleepy horde of students made their way to the church they were quickly ushered inside the vestibule by panicked teachers and forbidden from going anywhere except to a seat in one of the pews. The administrators felt that it would be the best place to keep everyone contained. For all they knew there could be a serial killer running around in the dorms, and they didn't want to risk sending everyone back to their rooms. Dalton followed Professor Hearst silently as he walke
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NOELLE I don’t like it; death. It’s nothing like what you think it is. There’s something numbing and…lifeless about it. Ha! Lifeless, get it? I don’t like it one bit. I want to go back and feel again. All of it, even the bad parts. The smell of the freshly shaved grass on the pitch, the scalding hot tea from the cafeteria on my tongue, the freezing morning air on my skin, the taste of metallic blood in my mouth when I’m struck by the ball in the middle of the game. Funny how I used to loathe
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Thank you for another wonderfully written chapter. Michael cracks me up! 😊
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Thank you, so glad to have you onboard for another story 😊 Your feedback is priceless.
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Good catch, thank you, I got carried away with my descriptions haha
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Dalton It was forty minutes before Wednesday's morning Mass when the girl's body had been discovered on the breccia marble floor saturated in an island of blood. It was Curtis Fairhights, one of the many husky and red-faced altar boys in our school's possession, who found her sprawled out. Because Dalton was the first person Curtis encountered when he ran off to notify an adult about what he had discovered, he became the second witness to the girl’s untimely demise. The air hung heavy as the
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When 17-year-old Noelle Miller is discovered dead at her private boarding school, the student body and faculty spin into chaos trying to figure out what happened. Suspicion is quickly directed at one of the teachers, as well as a group of five students who all had run-ins with Noelle prior to her death. One student in particular seems to be behaving more strangely than usual. Everyone is hiding secrets, but who is the real killer?
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Thank you, that means a lot. 🙏🏼
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Thank you for reading!! I very much appreciate it.
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Thank you for sticking with it and providing thoughtful feedback throughout. 🙏🏼
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“Dear Dylan, I’m writing this letter to give it to you sometime in the future. When you are old enough for us to start discussing certain things, like your parents, how you came into this world, and how I got to be…whatever it is you’re going to want to call me. I would be thrilled with dad, daddy, or papa of course. But if you choose Cole, or uncle Cole, or any other name, I will be happy and accept that as well. The name doesn’t matter, what matters is for you to know that I will always b
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Chapter 4: Friend or Foe?
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Thank you for all of your astute observations! I appreciate you being invested in the story. -
Chapter 2: Mysterious Stranger
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Chapter 1: New Beginnings
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COLE When something traumatic happens, time seems to come to a stop. I hear myself screaming out in terror, as Emma’s pale chest turns scarlet red. Blood pooling on and around her. The brutal violence seemingly unthinkable. He then comes towards me, and I cower like a child. “Please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me,” I chant, closing my eyes. “I’m not going to kill you, don’t worry,” he replies, and I feel the cool touch of cold metal snapping down on my wrist. He handcuffs me t
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Oh yes, this is my type of writing 👌🏼 Another great chapter. And you can never go wrong with a Hamlet soliloquy.
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hahaha, yes, not the prettiest first introduction to that part.
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My pleasure 😅
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EMMA “Oh God, I don’t know what to do. What do I do?” Cole stammers out in a panic. “We have to go to the hospital,” I say, but the pain and pressure come so fast that I feel like Dylan is coming out right in that second. I scream in pain then waddle over to the sofa. “Oh God, the contractions…they’re coming strong.” “Let’s go!” He yells. “I can’t, I won’t make it. Ahhhh! Not with the lunch traffic. I’m not having this baby inside of a car. Call an ambulance!” He goes thr
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Yes...the real Michael is about to be revealed
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You might be in for a surprise... 😬
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COLE When I get back upstairs from the café I’m rattled. Surely none of what this woman said holds any weight. She’s just a stalker, like Michael said. I hope I won’t have to resort to calling the police on her. And the poor child…she needs to get help for the child’s sake. I go into the kitchen and start washing the dishes, hoping to get my mind off of things. But my thoughts continue to race. What if…no, it’s not possible. But what if Michael isn’t the person he says he is. I turn off
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