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ASmouseInTheHouse wrote: ↑

Tue Jun 29, 2021 6:00 pm

Hey, a horse story! (horsey person here) I enjoyed it! Is it part of a longer story, or is it just a standalone piece?

Yay! Horsey person here too! This is a standalone piece. I would definitely love to do more, but as of yet have had no ideas for another. Thank you for your comment!

Marisa wrote: ↑

Tue Jun 29, 2021 6:05 pm

On another note, I came up with an idea for a story where the Parkers take in a foreign exchange student. What do ya'll think?

I'd be interested in reading that.

I've enjoyed your writings posted on here, keep up the good work!

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I’ve been enjoying all your writings, please keep it up! I can’t think of anything to critique.

As far as creating a new thread, I’d recommend continuing to post in this one. The Rules of the Gallery state that each member can only have one topic per subject.

Look forward to seeing more writings.

Ah really? Good to know that makes things easier for me! Thank you for your feedback!

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The muffled cry from Whit’s office sent a stab of fear through Connie’s gut. She dropped the stack of dishes in her arms, ignoring the ear piercing shatters of breaking glass, and barged out of the kitchen, thumping up the stairs. She yanked her phone out of her pocket, ready to call Jason, 911, Eugene, anyone.
“Whit? Are you alright?” She huffed, slamming the door open, preparing to see the kindly old man slumped over his desk.
Instead she found him on his knees with his face in his hands.
Connie froze with her phone in the air. Her hand felt stuck on the doorknob. Dread roiled in her stomach.
“What happened?”
Whit glanced up at her, his blue eyes wet and tears trailing down his face
“Oh, Connie,” His deep voice broke.
Connie let go of her death grip on the doorknob. She wandered closer and sank to her knees beside him, grabbing his hand.
“Whit…” she started slowly. Did she really want to know? “What happened?”
“Katrina called,” Whit said. He took a deep breath, as if trying to pull himself together. Connie had never seen him so upset. Worry once again whelmed up inside her heart.
“Eugene passed away last night.”
Connie froze and furrowed her eyebrows, “I’m sorry, what?”
“He’s gone.”
“You’re… you’re not joking, are you?” Connie’s eyes widened, silently begging someone, anyone for this to be a prank. “This… this isn’t funny.”
“No, Connie. Oh, Connie.” Whit’s face confirmed what she couldn’t believe. Eugene was… Eugene was gone.
“I don’t.. I don’t understand.” Connie breathed, shaking her head. “He can’t be. He was only a few years older than me! He can’t be gone! He had so much more ahead of him. He was…” she was panting, trying to hold it together.
Whit’s gentle, heartbroken glance was the last straw. Connie burst into tears.
“He was my best friend! He can’t be—“ gone was on the tip of her tongue but it was swallowed by her sobs as she dropped to her knees beside Whit, her shoulders shaking. She felt Whit pull her into a hug right there as she cried, heart shattered as the realization sunk in. No more arguments over frivolous things. No more long talks during opening. No more eye rolls during one of his long technology or grammar lectures. And Buck! And Katrina! What would happen to them? She remembered what happened during Novacom. She had been so worried, knowing there were people out there trying to hurt him. But she’d take that over this any day. Because she at least knew he was alive.