creative writing
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Andrea “Andi” Burns opened her emails and was amazed, maybe shocked, by what she saw. It was a positive response to the job application she had sent months ago to a criminal law firm, located in Richmond, California, about 16 miles from downtown San Francisco.
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There are three things you need to know before you read this. Firstly, I loved living alone. After years of sharing rooms and dealing with intrusive family members, this was the dream. Second, I was shy and hated engaging in conversation with strangers first. And third, I was a clueless girl and didn’t see the signs.
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Colonel Bridges laid my first brick; he slathered the first layer of mortar. To that mortar he added a strong dose of his spittle. From there I rose over the city of Jackson, absorbing it into myself until I became the city, serving to lift the effluence from the works below into the heavens above.
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In my line of work, you see every kind of person there is. The overly dramatic, who’d jump in after the casket if no one watched them close. The screamers, who wailed and spoke to God as if He were an old drinking mate. The stern-faced uncles and hollow-faced aunts. The confused little kids wondering…
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Over the years, she learned the patterns. The steps were loudest when she was afraid. They quickened when she was about to make a decision she would regret.
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People paced about, and it wasn’t long before police and medical staff were on the scene. People poured out of the hospital’s main entrance and surrounded us. It wasn’t long before I found myself on a trolley being moved through the hospital. An oxygen mask went over my face, and I found myself taking deep…
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He hated wearing the tux, which hugged him in all the wrong places. He hated her being the star of the evening. He hated her picture on Page Six of The Post, even though his press agent had planted it. He hated the stupid show and certainly wasn’t thrilled watching other men look at what…
