D: So, you weren’t wrong.
A: We were suspecting I was?
D: . . . I always suspect you’re wrong – at least the first time, A.
A: Gee, thanks,D.
D: You’re welcome. But in this case, I’m happy to report that you were absolutely correct in stating that something fantastic – something incredible, which would feed off the collaboration of others to create a living, breathing, horror-filled wonderment really would go live on Saturday.
A: Um . . . I’m not sure those are my words, exactly–
D: No, they’re not. They’re better, frankly, but the fact remains. Jessica B. Bell went live with her own online space today, and every “bleeder,” as she so charmingly says, needs to head over to that space and follow it.
A: Indeed – and while you’re there, check out the “From the Editor’s Desk” introduction to Jessica, from yours truly!
“It was easily the most frightening moment of my life,” I began. The glow of the fire danced on the faces of the other women huddled around it – not for warmth, exactly, but to better hear the stories.
It’s all we seem to do these days. If you ever see a fire in the woods, chances are we’ll be there. Wherever one or two are gathered, you’ll find us. We love telling our own stories, but what we love even more is hearing the misery of others relived over and over again.
“The water kept rising, but I couldn’t move,” I continued. “Daddy told me I’d be safe in the storm cellar. I wanted to go with him, but he had to find my baby sister. It was my first tornado. We didn’t have them back home in New York, but Daddy’s company moved us out to Wichita, and…
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