original short story
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Screeches and moans echoed through the long, dark hallways of Bedford High School. Jessie brushed off her dark jeans. She had to climb in through a window at the back of the school left open by her friend Amanda. Jessie’s services weren’t exactly approved by school officials. Amanda, desperate to keep the school from closing,
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The kettle shrieks as the water inside boils away. I let it scream; the sound echoing through the stone walls of the family estate. It sounds old. Estate. It looks old too, and it is, for an American home. My great-great-grandfather built it in the 20s, after he made his fortune. He was, by all
Alicia Coast 