Lindenwood University MFA in Writing Program
If Anne had known she was going to die today, she would have cleaned out her refigerator.
Never before had Jason heard a smack so loud, nor experience the amount of pain he felt come across his face.
He just sat there on his knees, crying. I didn't know what to do. I'd never seen my father cry before.
They always make me think of Van Gogh's "Starry Night".
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