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Weekly Contest #320
Grandma always told me not to go past the blackberry thicket. “Don’t wander too deep”, she’d say, “the woods got eyes”. It sounded like something out of a bedtime story, and I never put much stock in it. I was fifteen the first time I saw it. I was the kind of girl who read ghost stories under my quilt with a flashlight and dared myself to walk the ridge path at dusk on my way home. Fear wasn’t something I ran from – I would poke it with a stick just to see if it would poke back. That night, when the sun bled orange over the smoky mountains ...
Grandma always told me not to go past the blackberry thicket. “Don’t wander too deep”, she’d say, “the woods got eyes”.It sounded like something out of a bedtime story, and I never put much stock in it. I was fifteen the first time I saw it. I was the kind of girl who read ghost stories under my quilt with a flashlight and dared myself to walk the ridge path at dusk on my way home. Fear wasn’t something I ran from – I would poke it with a stick just to see if it would poke back.That night, when the sun bled orange over the smoky mountains an...
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