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How peculiar. Before, David had turned off the main road, walked up the potholed lane, climbed over a rickety stile,...
I was twelve when I figured out God. Mom was a devout Presbyterian who taught Sunday school. Every evening she...
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Not a speck of cloud. No sign of rain. Second year in a row. Kishan looked up at the blazing...
Backhoe Bob sat in the gas-station diner with the Sheriff, who also happened to be named Bob. Locals have been...
The inaugural Best in Rural Writing Contest has now come to an end. The Milk House is grateful to the...
Emerging from the fog bank, the Beatrix appeared before them, a sleeping leviathan suddenly filling their vision in the twilight...
Ezra Ray and I grew up together in a small South Georgia town of no more than three thousand persons....
A man said to the universe: “Sir, I exist!” “However,” replied the universe, “The fact has not created in me...
Date: 2031/08/23 Project: 4957dbfj (Group #1) Introduction: The focus group consists of six millennials; three males, two females, and...
You were born with pale blue eyes. You were born with white skin, a palm-tree-shaped birthmark behind your left knee...