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Therewas a time when my legal name was Nicolle Darling and I was nothing like I am today.
Those were the days of grief... my brother Adam had died a..
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Nicolle Darling and her brother, Adam, were dreamers like most eight
and ten year olds. In their daydreams -- which eventually took
the form of ..
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Chapter
Two: A Memory of Fire (in a Cold, Cold Place)
Nicolle
Darling was known on the online community asSalem. She
didn’t know..
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Nicolle
opened her eyes. Sunlight and silence; beams from her window made
squares of light on her walls, dust particles floating around in..
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Elijah
Beaumont reached with his free hand and turned the volume up on his
phone, from which poured the sounds of The Din Symphonic. They we..
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Nicolle
read the email again. Then a third time. A fourth. A fifth. Unable to
catch her breath, she stood and walked across the room, her ..
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“You
know... maybe we should have a seat,” the
green eyed boy had said moments prior. “We've
got a whole lot to cover.&rd..
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When at last the bell sounded,
ending first period, the members of the Chess Club slowly exited Room 44, their
shades hiding the secrets they carri..
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It
was nearing eight o’clock when Vee saidalmost
home.
The
road Vee lived down had a rustic, old country painting feel to it;
her drive..
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