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CasualWanderer82

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  1. Two months after Weston's beating, the lake sat down in its cracked bowl like a secret that had forgotten how to shine. The boat ramp ended in nothing but weeds and old bottle glass. Blake had parked the truck on the mud-packed shoulder where the ruts grew deep and the cattails made whispery threats in the wind. Out here, the town couldn't look at them. Out here, the sky let them breathe. A single dome light glowed and then clicked off, and their faces became shapes, jawlines, shad
  2. You're always able to see the truth of the scene @Cane23 👌
  3. Thank you @Modified Cub 💙
  4. It's called foreplay. 😜
  5. The room was all hum, flicker, and cold air that smelled like lemons and bleach. Lights with no color at all droned down on the bed. Machines spoke in steady, lit-up syllables, an electric language that promised order and offered no comfort. Weston lay in the middle of it, swallowed by tidy white gauze, tapes, a stiff blanket tucked too tight for the hot-blooded boy he'd been yesterday. A clear mask fogged with each shallow breath. Lines ran from his arms like pale vines while a monitor tra
  6. C'mon @Cane23 ...you KNOW it's coming.
  7. The nerve!
  8. That's the Superbowl half-time teaser trailer!
  9. One of my biggest inspirations for Daisy's character, for sure!
  10. And I love "ya'll" right back! ❤️
  11. I feel humbled by your words @Modified Cub 💙 DITH will be my longest project to date. I'm currently working on chapter 13 so I'd say we're halfway through the story at this point. Willow Creek's bunch will still be around for a while!
  12. We embrace "comfortable silence" in our little book club @Okiegrad 💙
  13. Such a beautiful analysis @austinbiguy and yes, any instance where a person chooses love over fear should be celebrated. ❤️
  14. I bet chapter 3 will hit differently now, hum? 😜
  15. Thank you for being patient @Jeff Burton buckle up!
  16. Add a little sprinkle of the "Menendez Brothers" on top.
  17. I've heard that before. For all the good reasons...😏
  18. The party had ripened. Not the rowdy kind of ripeness, but that soft, unhurried bloom of Southern evenings when the heat finally lets go of your neck and the lemonade tastes more like mercy than sugar. Daisy's backyard was full, loud in the way families are loud, chairs dragged across dirt, spoons clinking against Tupperware, cousins hollering from opposite ends of the lawn like one of them had gone off to war. "Carla!" someone called, waving a spoon in the air. "You bring that sq
  19. (Somewhere In The Past) Joshua had a system for the sounds. It wasn't written down. It lived behind his sternum and it ran whether he wanted it to or not, and by the time he was eleven it was better than any clock in the house. The front door was the first thing. Everything came out of the front door. If it closed, the night was going to be a night. If it didn't, if it swung and stood open and let the porch noise in and stayed that way for a count of six or seven, then
  20. Human experience is, at times. Thank you for reading @Jjeffalch 🙏
  21. I believe so, too.
  22. I appreciate the kind words @austinbiguy!
  23. Blake Buckley in a nutshell!
  24. Some people don't get the previlege of having a "Daisy" in their lives.
  25. (Bogalusa, 2004) There was a stillness to Bogalusa that didn't feel holy, the kind that settled like mold in the bones, that pressed down on skin like a slow rot. It was a town built on smoke and sawdust, where the pine mill coughed all day and the churches whispered all night, and nothing changed but the seasons and the faces buried in the red clay. Men sat in front of the feed store from sunup to dusk, speaking in quiet threats and spit. The women walked fast, eyes down, hands grippi
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