Wood Shed Writers, Greater Pittsburgh Area | est. 2024
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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 ›
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Queen Anne’s Lace. Grown in odd groups. Five, seven-never two.The clumps and the spaces between.The Voids separate and merge together with the wind to form… more ›
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Over the hills and through the woods to grandmother’s house we go.“Hey Fred, look out at the hills along the side of the road and… more ›