Rebecca had already started lighting the candles for the evening when her youngest, Josiah, arrived home. As he rushed into the house, he brought a gust of wind with him that caused the small flames to dance and sputter.
"Slow down, boy, or I'll have to re-light every candle in the house!" she chided him. But there was laughter in her voice.
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Or so Rebecca thought !!! Loved the twist.
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This is publishable. And utterly chillingly wonderful.
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I really don't know yet if writing is something I'm serious enough about to think about publication, but the thought is starting to cross my mind more often.
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The problem comes when it really is.
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I like the world you created here, as creepy as it is. Very week-written! I kept wanting to know what happens next. Will this story continue? :)
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