Tag Archives: Jori

Go Back

Jori pulled the van to a lurching stop, and the other vans did the same — off to the side of the road, out of habit, not because anyone else would be driving along. “Go back!” Thuy shouted. “We have … Continue reading

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The Bells of Nothington

Our little caravan of fighters, of survivors, sped away on streets of winterdust, leaving behind the crossroads of Nothington, headed east as fast as we could go. A few people cried in the back, adrenaline finally fading. Eli kept touching … Continue reading

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Give Her Back

We had been chanting for what felt like hours. My voice was close to giving out and Jori was shaking. One of the girls that Thuy brought–her name was Lydia or Libby or something–was bleeding pink foam from the corner … Continue reading

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