Twenty Years Earlier
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Jay said good bye to Leann, and then ran out of the library and out of the school. He sprinted down two streets and finally got to Leann’s house. Jay smiled, remembering Leann’s directions: “The one with the broken mailbox, my inspiration for yours.” Feeling a burning in his chest that wasn’t from running, he realized the limited amount of time he had. Rushing into the house and finding Leann’s bedroom, the burning spread across his shoulders and down his arms to his hands. His fingertips had browned marks similar to those you would expect from a burnt paper.
I’m not going to make it through the wall, Jay thought. They’re already burning away my name in the pages. He noticed a stack of papers on Leann’s desk. Grapping the top paper and a pen, he started to write.
Leann- . . .
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Insolitis
Short StoryLeann, an aspiring writer, stays to herself. By choice she doesn't have many friends. Until Jay simply appears, out of thin air. Well, not out of thin air, exactly, but out of wall. Out of Leann's story.
