Wood Shed Writers, Greater Pittsburgh Area | est. 2024
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Every time I carve 5oz of tender chicken breast from a warm Giant Eagle or Walmart Rotisserie Chicken, I think about Vada Sultenfuss, the young… more ›
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When I was a kid, I saw a migration of worms across a two-lane blacktop in the Texas desert. Hundreds of huge pink worms who,… more ›
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the maple in my yard turned the brightest shade of yellow this year I live in a house at the top of a hill … more ›
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Part One My scout, a local investigator who had gone ahead of me into the breech, warned me that I must never stop for any… more ›
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“That must be them. Four of them, yes, but now they’re just sitting in their car.” Quint whispered out the corner of his mouth, fixated… more ›