"You got a name? Where you from?" "Easy there Clara," Howard said. He lifted his hat and wiped beads of sweat from his forehead. "It's just shock is all, we don't need to be crowdin' around askin' questions like an interrogation squad." "You never had a stomach for this, Howie," Clara snapped. "Go make some …
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Writing Challenge: The Shelter
"Hey mister, are you gonna throw more stuff down?" "Moose, stop shouting," Clyde hissed to his brother. "We've got the mattress don't we? Maybe we should just help Molly and get outta here before we get into trouble." Preston ignored him. "Hey mister!" he shouted, living up to his nickname - he had a loud …
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