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Holy Rolling (1)
[jerry] The heat blistered the ground until the dirt dried up and you could crumble in between your fingers, red and chalky. Trees stood by the way, miserable and bent-backed, ...
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Holy Rolling (2)
[charlotte] He couldn't keep his hands off of her. Cold and dirty. A permanent grit of hard work and manure and hay seed etched into the lines of his palms. ...
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Holy Rolling (3)
She was dying in his arms, and Jud knew it. His little girl, with her pale, chalky face, her shut eyes swollen and purple, and the defeated way her whispery ...
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Holy Rolling (4)
A/N: This one's kind of long. [mathis] Old Tejano music played on the radio. Busted, spingy beats. The structured whine of the singers. The slurred spice of the brassy, dented ...
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Holy Rolling (5)
[jim] Jim threw himself into his work with every sinew and muscle and tendon. His whole body plucked and straining, frantically pushing, bones standing near to his skin, like worms ...
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Holy Rolling (6)
[franklin] Phoebe Winston sat in the cusionless chair with her hands kept neatly in her lap and her spine erected severely. Her mouth was tiny and strict. Her hips were ...
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Holy Rolling (7)
[phoebe] She sat in a rocking-chair, reading the Old Testament by the flinching, pale light of a candle – the shadows contracting, a twist and hump, cradling the sparse light, ...
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Holy Rolling (8)
[dawson] Dawson drank deeply from the bottle of whiskey, his throat muscles bulging and jacking. His eyes were screwed shut. His fingers were cold. His whole body was cold. He ...
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Holy Rolling (9)
A/N: Pretty short, this one. Mainly because the next POV section is about 2,000 words and I didn't want to post a combined chapter of over three thousand words. Kids ...
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Holy Rolling (10)
[david] David Weiss woke up with a hand over his mouth and a gun in his side. The dark swelled and mutated around him as his body started and his ...
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Holy Rolling (11)
[mathis] Mathis woke up to voices. He could hear them from under the floor. Rising low, even, thin. They hid in the darkness that pushed around him. They cuddled up ...
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Holy Rolling (12)
[mathis] The sound of broken glass, blistering, sawtoothed. Rising voices. Throbbing down the street, fists in the air, faces hatching like larvae. Mathis stood waiting, Shaffer beside him, holding a ...
