|Wood|

Brian never minded the plywood around the backyard. It had been there for as long as he could remember, binding the dirt and shrubbery that made up his world. He didn’t really mind when his parents made him stop going to school. He didn’t have many friends there; he’d moved too many times. It’d been two birthdays since he started learning math and history from the computer screen in the living room. The man on the screen was nice, even with his funny accent. He also got to spend more time outside; the man only talked to him for a couple of hours, then his mom let him do whatever he wanted. It’d been awhile since he left the house. Dad still went to work everyday, but he got mad at mom when she told him he should stay too. It usually happened when he was in bed.

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Two Weeks (48 Hour Stories, #1)

It had been two weeks since the last letter; two weeks since I heard anything from her. Mom, dad, my siblings, my friends, I got stuff from all of them. Care packages, pictures from back home, even just their words. It was enough to know that they care, no matter how far away. Hell, mom even sent me a new razor, though I’m not sure how she even found out my old one was on the fritz. But Sarah? The woman I want to marry, who made me reconsider my opinion on children or hell, the whole course of my life? Nothing. I knew she wasn’t hurt or sick, my family reassured me there was nothing wrong. What was I supposed to think? “She’s probably just forgotten, she does have a lot going on you know.” That’s what I got from mom when I called. She was doing her best. Had Sarah really forgotten? What does that say about...everything?

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