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The trees were the color of bruises. The sky was the color of television static. And in the distance, a clock tower was counting backwards.

By the next afternoon, I have thirty-two. Philips Superauthor Software

Mrs. Gableman reads my story during silent reading time. She doesn’t stop at ten pages. She reads the whole thing. Her glasses slip down her nose. She turns to the last page, then flips back to the first. Then she calls me to her desk. The trees were the color of bruises

I hesitate. Then I type: A grown man finds the writing software he used as a child and realizes it was never just a program. Philips Superauthor Software

The screen clears. The prompt is waiting: