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DEATH AT MY DOORByFrances A. Garcia I am eighteen years old and on death row because I killed my mom. I don't remember ever loving her. She always bossed me around, until I got tired of it and killed her. It was cool, just like the video games, but much cooler. There was real blood everywhere. But I want to tell my story so that there's no mistake how and why it happened. My...
BY THE TOUCH OF HIS CLOAK By Frances A. Garcia Miriam heaved and vomited. The doctors had told her she would feel like this with the chemotherapy. It's not worth it, she thought. The vomiting ceased and she wiped her mouth with a dirty towel. She looked in the mirror and was startled by her ashen face and her hair loss. She realized she looked fifty instead of thirty-six. She looked at the dirty t...