Fiction - "Rock Hill"

“I thank her and press on towards the destination. The miles pass us by, filling the comfortable silence. She doesn’t ask me anything further, and I leave her tears with her in the backseat alongside her high heels.”

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Rebekah Stolle
Creative Non-Fiction: Trapped Within

“My eyes opened to the worried eyebrows of my parents, and my first thought was wondering what everyone was staring at. I started to speak, but my attempt was void as no words came out. I looked to those in front of me in a panic. Why couldn’t I talk?”

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Rebekah Stolle