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Weavers of the Forest
1–2 minutesA spider walked on my bare arm today, and it didn’t bite me. First I felt the web pop, then the gentle tick of running. Surprised, I flicked it off. The spider fled far from its torn home, striped legs flickering. Long ago I taught myself not to fear spiders. Their webs hang between every
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Freedom – A Short Story, Part 3 (The Finale)
5–8 minutesHave you read part 1 and part 2? I finished my last forkful. Mom held the door open and Jacinta stepped cautiously onto the muddy sand. The three of us walked barefoot toward the rising ocean. My feet and Mom’s turned pink. Jacinta’s faded to a colorless off -white. We followed the shoreline to the
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Freedom – A Short Story, Part 2
8–12 minutesHave you read part 1? There was already a car in the driveway. It was blocking the carport, so I had to park on the street. I leapt over the dirty streams of rainwater bustling along the curb toward the house. Even though it was afternoon, the automatic solar lights lining the lawn had
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Freedom – A Short Story, Part 1
3–5 minutesMom wanted to read it before I sent it away, but I wouldn’t let her. “It’s okay, Margaret, you can admit it,” she said, staring violently at the sealed envelope in my hand. The chair groaned as Mom sat up. “You begged them to get you out of this small town, didn’t you.” “No, I
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